As down the road she wambled slow, She had not got a place to go: She had not got a place to fall And rest herself -- no place at all! She stumped along, and wagged her pate; And said a thing was desperate. Her face was screwed and wrinkled tight Just like a nut -- and, left and right, On either side, she wagged her head And said a thing; and what she said Was desperate as any word That ever yet a person heard. I walked behind her for a while, And watched the people nudge and smile: But ever, as she went, she said, As left and right she swung her head, -- O God He knows: And, God He knows! And, surely God Almighty knows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL NOCTURNE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ROMAN ANEMONES by MATHILDE BLIND |