As marble white and blue-veined like the snow Down crannies where no prying sun has peeped, In the Hotel de Sens he says she slept, His silver marguerite, la reine Margot. 'Tween sable sheets she lay so they might know, Her lovers, when by candle-light they crept, How more a pearl was she than any kept By jewellers on cushioned silks to show. A luscious sight, I doubt, for lickerish eyes. Of prince or prelate, man or mignon page, Or painter! But I marvel at an age That, doting, can such alloy gloat upon Through greasy glasses, when before it lies Gold that has matched and put to shame the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG |