WHY do these tragic fancies throng About the subject of my song, Whose heart and lips, twin fountains, spray A foam of fancies ever gay? Oh, tell me, why should eyes be wet In musing upon Margaret? Why is the dream of her allied With empires humbled in their pride? Why should I see this face of flowers Mid cities with their burning towers? Why should a thorny crown be set Above the brows of Margaret? Who breathe too long the golden airs Must wrestle after with despairs. We warred with elemental powers While you have come a way of flowers. Your feet are all unstained, but yet Your feet have strayed, O Margaret. Beauty and strength as creatures roam Athirst for their eternal home, Yet come they singly unallied The heavenly city is denied. Till loveliness and power are met, No heaven for you, poor Margaret. How could you tame, so slight and fair, The burning dragon of the air, Till queened amid its awful wings They bear you to the King of Kings? Such high adventures are not set For frailty, gay Margaret. So many glories passed away, Rome, Babylon, and Nineveh; Their beauty kept a lonely heart From the dim underworld apart, And by barbaric hosts beset They fell as you shall, Margaret. Yet still you might the kingdom claim Without the martyrdom and shame, Could you but seek of your accord That other angel of the Lord, Hold out the hands when you have met, The way is pity, Margaret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COAT OF FIRE by EDITH SITWELL HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL |