TRUE genius, but true woman! dost deny Thy woman's nature with a manly scorn, And break away the gauds and armlets worn By weaker women in captivity? Ah, vain denial! that revolted cry Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn; Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn, Floats back dishevelled strength in agony. Disproving thy man's name; and while before The world thou burnest in a poet-fire, We see thy woman-heart beat evermore Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher, Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore, Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE PENDING YEAR by WALT WHITMAN OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG THE TRUE LOVE-KNOTT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GREEN LEAVES AND SERE by MATHILDE BLIND |