THE arching skies, the ancient wind Soughing through immemorial trees; The sense of all that lurks behind The year's now tattered masonries, Where the blithe birds once built their home High in the air-sweet, leafy dome. Then, the lone figure of a girl Clear-limned against the buttressed hills; Slim, beautiful, a tiny pearl Set round with ruby light that fills The all-illumined spaces where No dark may creep nor shadow dare. Not for an earldom would I break The silence of that dreaming maid; I could not play her soul awake With Love's most magic serenade; Her thought holds secrets hid from me, Deeper than mortal minstrelsy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |