THE Messed Damozel leaned out From the gold cube of Heav'n; There were three cubes within her hands, And the cubes in her hair were seven; I looked, and looked, and looked, and looked -- I could not see her, even. Her robe, a cube from clasp to hem, Was moderately clear; Methought I saw two cubic eyes, When I had looked a year; But when I turned to tell the world, Those eyes did disappear! It was the rampart of some house That she was standing on; That much, at least, was plain to me As her I gazed upon; But even as I gazed, alas! The rampart, too, was gone! (I saw her smile!) Oh, no, I didn't, Though long mine eyes did stare; The cubes closed down and shut her out; I wept in deep despair; But this I know, and know full well -- @3She simply wasn't there!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG ETHINTHUS, QUEEN OF WATERS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COMPLAINT OF ANNELIDA TO FALSE ARCITE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HERETIC'S TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING A BAGATELLE by JAMES G. BURNETT |