The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves. The brilliant moon and the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves. Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships And proud as Priam murdered with his peers; Arose, and on the instant of clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry. {P89910) You cannot hope to bribe or twist, thank God! the British journalist. But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, there's no occasion to. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 68 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A ROOF IS GOOD by MARY CRUMP BOULDIN JERUSALEM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE CHAMPION (SUGGESTED BY A STORY OF JACK LONDON) by BERTON BRALEY THE RED BOX AT VESEY STREET by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE PASSING OF THE OLD VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |