I loved a man; he was to me The one ideal, and like a fool I idolized this perfect man. And then one day I woke and found My idol with the loving arms And smiling eyes had feet of clay! It could not be! The world was dark, I crept apart, I wept alone, And then the dear man smiled at me. What mattered then the feet of clay When circling arms enfolded me And laughing eyes caressed again? My sky was blue! The long years through Enduring, strong, our love shall stand, Because he knew and understood That underneath my trailing gown Are clay feet, too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A DREAM OF DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS COLONIAL SET by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY TO MR. BOWRING ON HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD APRIL by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND A RHPASODY; WRITTEN AT THE LAKES IN WESTMORLAND by JOHN BROWN (1715-1766) |