So the goddess has slain me for your chance smile and my scarf unfolding as you stopped to it, so she trapped me, for the upward sweep of your arm, as you lifted the veil, was the gesture of a tall girl and your smile was as selfless. Could I have known? nay, spare pity, though I break, crushed under the goddess' hate, though I fall beaten at last, so high have I thrust my glance up into her presence. Do not pity me, spare that, but how I envy you your chance of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BLUE BIRD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |