THROUGH the forest, in the moonlight, I the elves saw riding proudly; And I heard their trumpets sounding, And I hear their bells ring loudly. Their white horses had upon them Golden staghorns, whilst proceeding Swiftly on -- like flights of wild swans Through the air the train was speeding. Smilingly the queen bent tow'rds me, Smiling, as the band rode by me; Is't a sign that new love's coming, Or a sign that death is nigh me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL |