WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East. O, still grew the hearts that were beating so fast, The loudest voice was still. The jest died away on our lips as they passed, And the rays of July struck chill. The cups of red wine turned pale on the board, The white bread black as soot. The hound forgot the hand of her lord, She fell down at his foot. Low let me lie, where the dead dog lies, Ere I sit me down again at a feast, When there passes a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK TO WEBSTER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THE END OF TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER WOMAN'S LOVE AND LIFE by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO SONG OF THE DYING OLD MAN TO HIS YOUNG WIFE by ELIZA COOK OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 11 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |