Shuffling and shambling, woebegone, they pass, Seven in single file, and seven as one,— As if a spectrum of all woe the sun Here cast through some bewitched prismatic glass. From their stooped shoulders, back and fore, hang crass High-coloured chromos of a stage @3mignonne@1 In tights, astride a grinning simpleton Squat on all fours, and long-eared like an ass. @3"Success! Success!@1 we read—yea, @3thy@1 success We read, O wanton among cities: vice Saddled on folly, woe beneath sevenfold: Woe of the lust of life, and the shameful price Of life,—woe of the want, the weariness,— Of fear, of hate,—of the thrice false weights of gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERMATH by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES REMEMBRANCE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. TO A LADY WHO DESIRED SOME VERSES AT PARTING by GEORGE CRABBE MUSIC; READ AT ANNUAL DINNER OF HARVARD MUSICAL ASSN., 1874 by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |