DUSK-HAIRED and gold-robed o'er the golden wine She stoops, wherein, distilled of death and shame, Sink the black drops; while, lit with fragrant flame, Round her spread board the golden sunflowers shine. Doth Helios here with Hecate combine (O Circe, thou their votaress?) to proclaim For these thy guests all rapture in Love's name, Till pitiless Night give Day the countersign? Lords of their hour, they come. And by her knee Those cowering beasts, their equals heretofore, Wait; who with them in new equality To-night shall echo back the sea's dull roar With a vain wail from passion's tide-strown shore Where the dishevelled seaweed hates the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH SNOW-FLAKES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD BY THE CROSS OF CHRIST by ISAAC WATTS LOVER'S LAMENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG IF I COULD TOUCH by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE PRAYER FOR AMERICA by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |