Umbrageous cedars murmuring symphonies Stooped in late twilight o'er dark Denmark's Prince: He sat, his eyes companioned with dream -- Lustrous large eyes that held the world in view As some entranced child's a puppet show. Darkness gave birth to the all-trembling stars, And a far roar of long-drawn cataracts, Flooding immeasurable night with sound. He sat so still, his very thoughts took wing, And, lightest Ariels, the stillness haunted With midge-like measures; but, at last, even they Sank 'neath the influences of his night. The sweet dust shed faint perfume in the gloom; Through all wild space the stars' bright arrows fell On the lone Prince -- the troubled son of man -- On Time's dark waters in unearthly trouble: Then, as the roar increased, and one fair tower Of cloud took sky and stars with majesty, He rose, his face a parchment of old age, Sorrow hath scribbled o'er, and o'er, and o'er. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS 28: NO. 3) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A GARGOYLE by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |