Had it been @3ours,@1 had she been @3mine.@1 -- A fate Ironic, not alone in scope of plot, But in each tragic detail, shaped my lot, With cunning masterstroke from date to date. The poet-scholar walked that fair estate With love and all the muses, in his prime For honorable deeds of prose and rhyme, -- Yet poison in each fruit and herb he ate. Was't not enough that Madness harbored there, At the house beside the waters (on the wall In painted smile, and in the perilous stuff Of Love's own brain whispering of Otherwhere), And that Old Age was tottering down the hall, With querulous fingers? Was it not enough? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON |