Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies When the high session of the day is ended, And darkness comes; then, with the waning light, By lilied maidens on your way attended, Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying, You, like a queen, pass out into the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON CAVALIER TUNES: BOOT AND SADDLE by ROBERT BROWNING THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD |