Words for the Chisel (collection)/Dead Grecians
Dead Grecians
He worshipped her in quaint and quiet ways,Linked her with loveliness, and taught her to be proud;But once she ran, and crying in a cloudDark as her torment, intruded on his gaze,Like a lost child, crying its soul aloud.
She robbed him of herself, for his cool praise,And took sweet adoration from his days,And now he loves dead Grecians, marble-browed.