When sunset colors paint the desert land A yucca, like a pearly minaret Peers through a mist of rose and violet And reaches up her white and fragile hand To where her muted organ-keys are fanned By prairie winds, till all her bells are set To vesper chimes for fear that Night forget A lonely virgin on the desert sand. Night hears the yucca bells that call to prayer And shows to her his royal purple tent, Moonlit and fragrant with sweet-scented musk. He fills her bells with jeweled stars to wear And there, with shy and innocent consent She shuts her eyes and weds him after dusk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM by JOHN DRYDEN THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE |