Thou art like some sweet queen who gives her heart To zealous Psyche-service for a time, Till she shall gather wings and growth sublime And upwards towards the ancestral high heaven start! Mine endlessly, unceasingly, thou art, For I have kissed thee in some ancient clime And circled thee with immemorial rhyme; In truth our spirits never were apart. But now to this love-service thou art doomed, Though mine thou art in the inmost depth of things. Yet perhaps through this thy resurrection-wings, Glittering with dew, God's hand hath disentombed! Whiter and whiter hath my blossom bloomed:— Thou hast served servants. Thou shalt gladden kings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ROSAMUND GRIEF by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |