NO courtier this, and nought to courts he owed, Fawned not on thrones, hymned not the great and callous, Yet, in one strain, that few remember, showed He had the password to King Oberon's palace. And seeing a London seamstress's grey fate, He of a human heartstring made a thread, And stitched him such a royal robe of state That Eastern Kings are poorlier habited. He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: FEBRUARY by EDMUND SPENSER ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |