When Susanna Jones wears red Her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumpets, Jesus! When Susanna Jones wears red A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night Walks once again. Blow trumpets, Jesus! And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like pain. Sweet silver trumpets, Jesus! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 50. MY LOVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TEMPORALL SUCCESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MORGUE: 2. LOVELY CHILDHOOD by GOTTFRIED BENN LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP |