The Accusation

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Title:     The Accusation
Author: Rachel Annand Taylor [More Titles by Taylor]

Mere night! The unconsenting Soul stands by,
A moaning protestant. "Ah, not for this,
And not for this, through rose and thorn was I
Drawn to surrender and the bridal-kiss.
Annunciations lit with jewelled wings
Of sudden angels mid the lilies tall,
Proud prothalamia chaunting enraptured things,--
O sumptuous fables, why so prodigal
Of masque and music, of dreams like foam-white swans
On lakes of hyacinthus? Must Love seek
Great allies, Beauty sound her arrière-bans
That all her splendours betray us to this bleak
Simplicity whereto blind satyrs run?"--
The irony seems old, old as the sun.

[The end]
Rachel Annand Taylor's poem: Accusation

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