VANITY
Reading edition
A wan sky greener than the lawn, A wan lawn paler than the sky. She gave a flower into my hand, And all the hours of eve went by. Who knows what round the corner waits To smite? If shipwreck, snare, or slur Shall leave me with a head to lift, Worthy of him that spoke with her. A wan sky greener than the lawn, A wan lawn paler than the sky. She gave a flower into my hand, And all the days of life went by. Live ill or well, this thing is mine, From all I guard it, ill or well. One tawdry, tattered, faded flower To show the jealous kings in hell.