Out in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men be, Rideth a man with a history -- Anthony Considine. For the ways of men they are manifold As their differing views in life; Some sell themselves for the lust of gold, And some for the lust of strife: But this man counted the world well lost For the love of his neighbour's wife. They fled together, as those must flee Whom all men hold in blame; Each to the other must all things be Who cross the gulf of iniquity And live in the land of shame. But a light-o'-love, if she sins with one, She sinneth with ninety-nine: The rule holds good since the world begun -- Since ever the streams began to run And the stars began to shine. The rule holds still, and he found it true -- Anthony Considine. A nobler spirit had turned in scorn From a love that was stained with mire; A weaker being might mourn and mourn For the loss of his Heart's Desire: But the anger of Anthony Considine Blazed up like a flaming fire. And she, with her new love, presently Came past with her eyes ashine; And God so willed it, and God knows why, She turned and laughed as they passed him by -- Anthony Considine. Her laughter stung as a whip might sting; And mad with his wounded pride He turned and sprang with a panther's spring, And struck at his rival's side: And only the woman, shuddering, Could tell how the dead man died! She dared not speak -- and the mystery Is buried in auld lang syne, But out on the wastes of the West countrie, Grim and silent as such men be, Rideth a man with a history -- Anthony Considine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |