The line of confusion, and the stones of emptiness. UNRIPE harvest there hath none to reap it From the misty gusty place, Unripe vineyard there hath none to keep it In unprofitable space. Living men and women are not found there Only masks in flocks and shoals; Flesh - and - bloodless hazy masks surround there Ever wavering orbs and poles; Flesh - and - bloodless vapid masks abound there, Shades of bodies without souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON THE EMPTY BOTTLE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |