A STRANGE old woman on the wayside sate, Looked far away and shook her head and sighed. And when anon, close by, a rusty gate Loud on the warm winds cried, She lifted up her eyes and said, "You're late." Then shook her head and sighed. And evening found her thus, and night in state Walked thro' the starlight, and a heavy tide Followed the yellow moon around her wait, And morning walked in wide. She lifted up her eyes and said, "You're late." Then shook her head and sighed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TWILIGHT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN |