O THOU who wert seated ahead of This bard on an Avenue bus, Thy beauty is such as I've read of, O'er which I could make quite a fuss. Thou travelledst yesterday morning, I deemed thee considerable queen; A veil, and a black one, adorning Thy beautiful bean. Though dreadful was I to distress thee, So meek, inarticulate, shy This bard that I feared to address thee, To risk an indignant reply. And yet, as I sat in repentance And felt on my features thy veil, I struggled to frame thee a sentence, And struggled to fail. But here in the calm and the quiet, When all is inspiringly still, I rather imagine I'll try it. ... I shall. I'll go further. ... I will. O lady accoutred and geared with That veil, for thy pardon thy sue: I feared that my face interfered with Thy veil as it blew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE COVERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE GLOW-WORM by VINCENT BOURNE A PASTORAL OF PHILLIS AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON THE VANITY OF UNWARRENTED NOTIONS by LUIS DE CAMOENS |