ABSALOM! Absalom! Put back thy fragrant hair! Loud is the city's hum. Why dost thy linger there To set soft hearts on fire? That thou may'st reign and be What mainly men desire What best it liketh there? Hark to the City's hum, Absalom, Absalom! Absalom, Absalom! Canst thou not clearer see The thronging forms that came Beneath the branching tree? The green ways of the wood, And dropping from the dart The small dull pool of blood That drains the traitorous heart? See the dim forms that come, Absalom, Absalom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD |