Strange fabled face! From sterile shore to shore O'er plunging seas, thick-sprent with glistening brine, The voyagers of the world with sail and heavy oar Have sought thy shrine. Beauty inexorable hath lured them on: Remote unnamed stars enclustering gleam -- Burn in thy flowered locks, though creeping daylight wan Prove thee but dream. Noonday to night the enigma of thine eyes Frets with desire their travel-wearied brain, Till in the vast of dark the ice-cold moon arise And pour them peace again: And with malign mirage uprears an isle Of fountain and palm, and courts of jasmine and rose, Whence far decoy of siren throats their souls beguile, And maddening fragrance flows. Lo, in the milken light, in tissue of gold Thine apparition gathers in the air -- Nay, but the seas are deep, and the round world old, And thou art named, Despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE A SMUGGLER'S SONG by RUDYARD KIPLING MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |