IT chanced on the noon of an April day A dragon-fly passed in its sunward play And furled his flight for a passing hour To drain the life of a passion-flower. ... Who cares if a ruined blossom die, O bright blue wandering dragon-fly? Love came, with his ivory flute, His pleading eye, and his wingèd foot. "I am weary," he murmured; "O let me rest In the sheltering joy of your fragrant breast." At dawn he fled and he left no token. ... Who cares if a woman's heart be broken? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |