YOU ploughman at the gate, All that you are for me Is of my mind create, And in my brain to be A figure newly won From the world's confusion. And if you are of grace, That's honesty for me, And if of evil face, Recorded then shall be Dishonour that I saw Not beauty, but the flaw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE CLOUDS: SOCRATES' EXPERIMENTS by ARISTOPHANES THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE WOOD-CUTTERS WIFE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IF YOU PLAY A GAME OF CHANCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |