i had no words for this paint of mine —
but it made me think of one of my favorites
by English poet, Thomas Sturge Moore (1870-1944).
there is so much i admire in this particular poem;
but i especially love the last line!
“Who knows what a man may think?
To whom do the birds confide
Whether she will have tears to drink
And an hungry heart to hide?
Come, bandage your eyes,
Give ear though he lies;
For milkmaids and queens and gipsy-princesses
Dream and kiss blindfold or starve upon guesses.”
She sang these words and curtseyed: many heart said
That though all heard my face alone was red, —
Though all hands clapped her mine alone kept
Yet I perchance to praise I had the best will.
Now sails she, like a spirit taking leave,
Through those glass doors to where the gardens
While dim stars filter through the filmy eve.
Would she walk lonely through sweet solemn
She should be viewed while their spell on her
Break free, my soul, good manners are thy tomb!
~ Thomas Sturge Moore, 1914