THE royal sun has gone his gaudy way Companionless, across the sapphire skies, He sinks to rest with blood-shot fevered eyes, While tyrant night, triumphant over day, Yields soft submission to Diana's sway. Now, silver-robed, the Goddess sleeping lies And soothes the world with dreams of Paradise, Sweet fantasies the sun would drive away. I think, to-night, of songs that she would sing In dream years gone, within her garden fair. Ah, sweet the voice that joys of worlds could bring To golden hours that knew not dross of care, When years were few and love was crownèd king; For youth knows not how long is love's despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT |