There was a feather of a wind For youth and me who never sinned. There was a dream in high-cocked hat ... A star-tail swinging to my mat. There was a world within my eye, And love, in lace and plume, to die. All this for youth and me, but now Thorns of experience scar my brow. The wind ... a gale of icy thrust -- The dream ... long crumbled into dust The star-tail ... ragged, sharp-edged, curled, And my eye blinded by the world. But O, love, wearing plume and lace Has kept my faith safely in place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL ANTONIO by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON |