Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield a scathing image dire as hated truth the mind accepts at last and festers on. I struck. The shield flashed bare. Yet even as I lifted up the head and started from that place of gazing silences and terrored stone, I thirsted to destroy. None could have passed me then no garland-bearing girl, no priest or staring boy-and lived. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN MEARY'S SMILE by WILLIAM BARNES TICKER TAPE by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL MY VOCATION by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AUGUST 20, 1807 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |