No, no. Guard thee. Get thee gone. Not that way. See; the louring clouds glide on, Skirting West to South; and see, The green light under that sycamore tree -- Not that way. There the leaden trumpets blow, Solemn and slow. There the everlasting walls Frown above the waterfalls Silver and cold; Timelessly old: Not that way. Not toward Death, who, stranger, fairer, Than any siren turns his head -- Than sea-couched siren, arched with rainbows, Where knell the waves of her ocean bed. Alas, that beauty hangs her flowers For lure of his demoniac powers: Alas, that from these eyes should dart Such piercing summons to thy heart; That mine in frenzy of longing beats, Still lusting for these gross deceits. Not that way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER |