Launcelot loved Guinevere, Ages and ages ago, Beautiful as a bird was she, Preening its wings in a cypress tree, Happy in sadness, she and he, They loved each other so. Helen of Troy was beautiful As tender flower in May, Her loveliness from the towers looked down, With the sweet moon for silver crown, Over the walls of Troy Town, Hundreds of years away. Cleopatra, Egypt's Queen, Was wondrous kind to ken, As when the stars in the dark sky Like buds on thorny branches lie, So seemed she too to Antony, That age-gone prince of men. The Pyramids are old stones, Scarred is that grey face, That by the greenness of Old Nile Gazes with an unchanging smile, Man with all mystery to beguile And give his thinking grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES |