Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Another Dark Lady

Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
That I would lift a pin to see you there;
You may, for me, be prowling anywhere,
So long as you show not your little head:
No dark and evil story of the dead
Would leave you less pernicious or less fair—
Not even Lilith, with her famous hair;
And Lilith was the devil, I have read.
I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.
The woods were golden then.  There was a road
Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed
Like yours.  Truth must have heard me from afar,
For I shall never have to learn again
That yours are cloven as no beech's are.

1. The Clinging Vine
2. Old King Cole
3. London Bridge
4. Llewellyn and the Tree
5. The Valley of the Shadow

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