After all the wit In a sudden fit Of fear, he skipped it. That body once lively Dumb in the darkness. In a cold empty room Quiet, but for candles Blazing beside him, His elegant form And firm gaze exhausted. With a spiteful concierge Impatient at waiting For a foreign waster Who left without paying The ten per cent service. Exiled now from Flore To sanctity's desert The young prince of Sin Broken and weathered Lust left behind him Gem without lustre No Pernod for stiffner But cold holy water The young king of Beauty Narcissus broken. But the pure star of Mary As a gleam on the ocean. ENVOI Sweet is the way of the sinner, Sad, death without God's praise. My life on you, Oscar boy, Yourself had it both ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |