She walked uphill through dismal wood And left behind all that was good. Her hate embedded in her breast Entwined and gave her heart no rest. She reached the summit and looked back -- Her mind a barren waste land track. She looked and saw her foot-steps go Along a cleft foot-print below. She whispered to herself, "What could The devil want here in the wood?" Then fire and brimstone stung her nares, Her eyeballs burnt with unshed tears. She heard demoniacal laughter That she remembered ever after As coming from her own tense lips. A palsy seemed to seize her hips. She felt a presence all around, She felt the tremble of the ground, She stood enmeshed, enthralled and static. Hate triumphantly emphatic Arose a flame from out of hell And rising scorched her with its swell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |