Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Geraldine's Cloak

I WILL not heed the message which you bring :
That lovely lady gave her cloak to us,
And who'd believe she'd give away a thing
And ask it back again ? — 'tis fabulous !


My painting from her gave me cause to grieve,
For she, that I was poor, had misty eyes ;
If some Archangel blew it I'd believe
The message which you bring, not otherwise.


I do not say this just to make a joke,
Nor would I rob her, but, 'tis verity,
So long as I could swagger in a cloak
I never cared how bad my luck could be.


That lady, all perfection, knows the sting
Of poverty was trust deep into me :
I don't believe she'd do this kind if thing,
Or treat a poet less than daintily.

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