a Coat of Immortality for your own Use. COWED by his uningenious will Of dragon-like demeanor, till It left them orphans. His foibles clustered underneath Him, dominated by a wreath Of upright half notes. Encumbered as he was with pride, But for that coat he might have died So despicably That kindness might have seemed unkind Had not the garment been designed To serve two masters. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |