WE did not wear a leafy crown, And darkly glance to darker glance, Under the green leaf and the brown, Wooing the eyes of maids of France With very bloomy down: We stain'd not hands with purple blood In golden Arno's pleasant vale, Where the proud Brothers quench'd the stain, And saw two murderers in the flood With faces guilty-pale: Nor on the sunny hills of Spain We used to drink the sun and twine Long amorous tendrils to entrap The careless finger of maid to linger And pluck us from the trembling vine To brim her dimpled lap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PSALM 141 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) THE POET'S VOW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DREADED TASK by MARGARET E. BRUNER EPITAPH ON A SUICIDE by ROBERT BURNS |