AH! what magic was that, and what the mystery In the Suffolk maiden's look that swiftly enchanted me, And held me prisoner? Love that could never be, For love for me had long since left his celestial tree -- Never from those boughs would the bright wings flash again. Standing and trembling, I in silence shone to The unknown divine look, and when she was gone too The countenance-light yet mastered my being, And all the garden round was lost to my seeing -- There was but this dynasty, where, gods, and when? God-seeking, bold, laborious, earth's companions, That long ago triumphing made the plough's dominions, Ladies whose lovely faith the long years stormed not, These all in one met, ghost-glowing, formed not These the chance-come charm that bade me worship then? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |