I went to buy a coat for love, A velvet thing all tailored for a woman's grace. I saw it as 'twould fit and glad my one dear heart -- I saw, or thought I saw, the light upon her face. I knew that when her body moved That coat would cry her beauty to the night or day, That when she wore it there'd be a haunting love-sight In her gallant eyes -- God made her that endearing way. "You'll send it up?" (my voice was quick), "Two hundred dollars, please," the paling salesman said. "All right, all right, but stop! Dear Christ, have I grown mad? Too late, too late! I know it now, my loved one's dead!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD COMFORT by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE HUMAN TOUCH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE IDLE WORD by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE THE KNIGHT AND THE FRIAR: PART 2 by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |