Nature
The Peacock
From Herbs and Apples (1910)
Nature
She was more beautiful than tropic night,
Luring, compelling as the smile of Fate;
Like a poor wastrel, I for her delight
Squandered my soul and gained her idle hate.
Peacock and paroquet!--at last I know
The sorriest songsters make the bravest show.
Cite this poem
MLA
Whitney, Helen Hay. “The Peacock.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitney_hh/207/.
Chicago
Whitney, Helen Hay. “The Peacock.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitney_hh/207/.
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