I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing, And worn my melancholy with an air. My tears were big as stars to deck my hair, My silence stunning as a sapphire ring. Oh, more than any light the dark could fling A glamour over me to make me rare, Better than any color I could wear The pearly grandeur that the shadows bring. What is there left to joy for such as I? What throne can dawn upraise for me who found The dusk so royal and so rich a one? Laughter will whirl and whistle on the sky -- Far from this riot I shall stand uncrowned, Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE FOUNTAIN (1) by SARA TEASDALE |