I. Is it daytime (guess), You that feed my soul To excess With that light in those eyes And those curls drawn like a scroll In that round grave guise? No or yes? II. Oh, the end, I'd say! Such a foolish thing (Pure girls' play!) As a mere mute heart, Was it worth a kiss, a ring, This? for two must part -- Not to-day. III. Look, the whole sand crawls, Hums, a heaving hive, Scrapes and scrawls -- Such a buzz and burst! Here just one thing's not alive, One that was at first -- But life palls. IV. Yes, my heart, I know, Just my heart's stone dead -- Yes, just so. Sick with heat, those worms Drop down scorched and overfed -- No more need of germs! Let them go. V. Yes, but you now, look, You, the rouged stage female With a crook, Chalked Arcadian sham, You that made my soul's sleep's dream ail -- Your soul fit to damn? Shut the book. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |