As a dark heathen, lord of captive knights, Scowls jealous-eyed fretting lest they break free And wreaks his hate in constant cruelty, But spares their lives that ranson rich requites: And when day's woes are drowned in starry nights And their swart captor sleepeth stupidly, Those knights, chain harnessed, wake to liberty And tell strange tales till dawn their prison lights: So tyrant mind permits of thee no thought, Famishes heart, laughs at a time for love, But teaches every hour the world's rough might. At last when sleep steals reason's keys, gold-wrought, And locks him safe, in dreams of thee I rove In endless revel through the fairy night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST LEADER by ROBERT BROWNING FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES |