Lady, forsake the torrid coastal marshes, The festering faces and the stagnant talk, For there are venomous serpents in the rushes With beady eyes that eye you where you walk; And I will show you trees at moon-set striking The attitudes my grim despair distils, And I will serve you coffee to your liking When morning breaks with singing in the hills. I have not felt the wind of beauty blowing Sweet from your hands upon me in this place; I do not even know your brightest going Through alien streets enamoured of your grace. I only know that peace beyond my knowing Slipped from my side and turned away her face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO MADEMOISELLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE RECRUITING SERGEANT; A MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT: AIR by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE |