Because I am idolotrous and have besought
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my love has wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.
Epigram
Ernest Dowson
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Poem topics: dark, hair, heart, idol, live, save, stone, prayer, worship, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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