I am frightened Master, quivering with fear Half nude before the gloom bed, for one Persephone the moon wrested and won Against the black leaves and lo, she was here! And she looked weary and foredone With heaviness as seeming to have tried Many welcomes who once more in her ride Through the green host flees the pursuing sun. But oh she was strange with me and not near, Smooth browed as once, but glimpsed me up sliteyed And vanished silent. There was bitter pride Writ in her features! Come to me Master! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON |