Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems
|81.||The Sisters' Tragedy||1/3/2003|
|82.||The Undiscovered Country||1/3/2003|
|86.||To L.T. In Florence||1/3/2003|
|88.||When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan||4/8/2010|
|89.||With Three Flowers||1/3/2003|
The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
Beguile me not as in the olden days:
I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth.
Andromeda, in fetters by the sea,
Star-pale with anguish till young Perseus came,
Less moves me with her suffering than she,
The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame,
That nightly haunts the park, there, like a shade,
Trailing her wretchedness from street to street.
See where she passes -- neither wife nor maid;
How all mere fiction crumbles at her feet!
Here is ...
Henry Howard Brownell
They never crowned him, never dreamed his worth,
And let him go unlaurelled to the grave:
Hereafter there are guerdons for the brave,
Roses for martyrs who wear thorns on earth,
Balms for bruised hearts that languish in the dearth
Of human love. So let the grasses wave
Above him nameless. Little did he crave
Men's praises: modestly, with kindly mirth,
Not sad nor bitter, he accepted fate --