LADY on the silver throne, Like the moon thou art to me, Something bright, august and lone, Infinite in majesty! How can I, a pilgrim, sing Such a dazzling, distant thing? But the Moon came down to earth, Wiping tears from human eyes; Thou dost bend to grief and mirth, Woman in thy smiles and sighs; Empress, take the human praise That a subject dares not raise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |