And bind with bright bands my glossy locks,
And buy me chains of gold;
And give me–meekly to do my will–
The hapless sons of men:–
But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill
Droops in the grassy pen.
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The vivid grass with visible delight
The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flightChirping and dancing for the season’s birth,The dandelions and rare daffodilsThat touch the deep-stirred heart with hands of gold,The thrushes sending forth their joyous trills,–Not these, not these did I at first behold!But seated on the benches daubed with green,The castaways of life, a few asleep,Some withered women desolate…
Bow down my soul in worship very low
Bow down before the marble man of woe,Bow down before the singing angel host.What jewelled glory fills my spirit’s eye,What golden grandeur moves the depths of me!The soaring arches lift me up on highTaking my breath with their rare symmetry.Bow down my soul and let the wondrous lightOf beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne,Bow…
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinchI bear it nobly as I live my part.My being would be a skeleton, a shell,If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,And makes my heaven in the white world’s hell,Did not forever feed me vital blood.I see the mighty city through a mist–The strident trains that…
I will not reason, wrestle here with you,
As well put forth my swarthy arm to stopThe wild wind howling, darkly mad without.The night is yours for revels; day will light.I will not fight you, bold and tigerish,For I am weak, while you are gaining strength;Peace! cease tormenting me to have your wish.But when you’re filled and sated with the flesh,I shall go…
I
Pain was my potion though I could not feel.Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel,Till I was reft of even my inner light,Till reason from my mind had taken flight,And all my world went whirling in a reel.And all my swarthy strength turned cold like steel,A passive mass beneath your puny might.Last night…
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
But I possess the courage and the graceTo bear my anger proudly and unbent.The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,A chafing savage, down the decent street;And passion rends my vitals as I pass,Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,And…