Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: "Who art thou?" But she, like the others, Kept cowled her face, And answered in haste, anxiously, "I am good deed, forsooth; "You have often seen me." "Not uncowled," I made reply. And with rash and strong hand, Though she resisted, I drew away the veil And gazed at the features of Vanity. She, shamefaced, went on; And after I had mused a time, I said of myself, "Fool!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE GLOW OF DAWN by ELIDA PATTISON BENTLEY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |