Upon the old cliff thou stood'st with wondrous eyes Wherethrough the timeless soul of Venus shone; And I,—I knew myself thy bard alone Till very death turns faint of heart and dies. Thy soul was mingled with the pale-blue skies, And through thine hair a mystic breeze was blown, And in thy tongue spake Venus' silver tone,— Robed wast thou, mortal, in immortal wise. So thou dost hold my soul for evermore, O Venus-lady, in thy tender hands Which held innumerable souls of yore And swayed the unsearchable and ancient lands,— Now clasping @3my@1 soul where grey breakers roar And charge along the vapour-shrouded sands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE VOICE OF SPRING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER |