TWENTY days are barely gone, I was merry all the day. Folly was my butt of scorn. Now the fool myself I play. Wit and learning ruled my head, Logic and economy. All the books I ever read Taught me only vanity. Most of all it moved my mirth Womankind the world should rule. Man, the lord of all the Earth! He, forsooth, a woman's tool! Cherry lip and glancing eye! What were rosy cheeks to me? Beauty's truth was but a lie— Witness tomes of history! Twenty days had barely run. Twenty years they well might be. All my wisdom was undone, Reason bade good-night to me. Her hair was of the red red gold, Her blue eyes looked me through and through. She was twenty-three years old, I was twenty years and two. Fortune, fame, I freely give, Honour's self, if so she please, Sweetly in her smile to live Other twenty days like these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON ACROSS THE INTERVALE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LOVE'S GREETING by KATHERINE B. BUSHLEY |