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 ...
SCENE: A roadside in Arcady
Good sir, have you seen pass this way
A mischief straight from market-day?
You'd know her at a glance, I think;