I should like to live as a ballad maid Who loves, is loved, and dies, Or bears four sons as a matron staid To her lord's amazed eyes. Birth, and youth, and womanhood, Ripe lips and golden hair, Death and a lover understood, And a black silk shroud to wear; And all the long years left untold The long hours left unsaid, While swift, rare moments of life unfold Bronze and silver and red. I should like to live in a ballad world While vivid lips of song My leaping, lingering tale unfurled Of a fate six stanzas long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE |