HENLEY, what mark you in the sunset glare? The year is dying: is that the crimson splash Wherewith he seals his testament? the cash, To some conveying of all things good and fair, To others unutterable emptiness? the stare Of folly at a bubble trimmed with trash, Or at a flame, whose unsubstantial ash Falls in a gaping darkness and despair? Friend, scholar loved, look longer: how it glows, Not glares! God opes a perspective to see The chambers of the ivory palaces. And who is that within its encircling rose? Is it my Love that fondles some one? Yes! Some one! O, yes! Your darling? Is it she? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE HIGHWAYMAN by ALFRED NOYES TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT EMBLEMS OF LOVE: CUPID TO CHLOE WEEPING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 4: LORD STANHOPE'S STEAMER by T. BAKER |