AS in the heights of heaven the moon gleams clear, and around her Shine in their beauty the stars, nor is one cloud moving in ether; Shines forth every cliff, and the jutting peaks of the headlands, Forest and glen: then, -- as opens the rifting firmament heavenwards, -- Star is revealed upon star: and gay is the heart of the herdsman: -- Not in less number than they, from the Xanthus' stream to the sea sands, Glimmered the red watchfires that encompassed Ilion alway; -- Glimmered amid Troy's host as a thousand stars; and at each one There sat threescore and ten, their face lighted up by the firebrand. Meanwhile, each at his car, till crowned in her glory the morning Roused them, their good steeds stood, white oats and barley before them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING |