Now comes the night on spotted feet, With blue and crimson scars -- Her yellow eyes are in the street, Her breast against the stars. Wisps of her heavy hair are curled In hollows of men's eyes, And her dim draperies are furled About men's stricken cries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST |