It is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies, But for all that I have seen you on a high, white, noble horse, Like some strange queen in a story. It is odd that you should be covered with long robes and trailing tendrils and flowers; It is odd that you should be changing your face and resembling some other woman to plague me; It is odd that you should be hiding yourself In the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me. And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind? You will say that I deserve this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE MODEST WISH by JOHN BARCLAY (1582-1621) |