HOW can I tell it? I saw a thing That I did not find strange In my visioning. A flawless tall mirror, Glass dim and green; And a tall, dim figure There was between: Pale, so pale her face As veils of thin water? And her eyes water-pale, And the moonlight on her; And she was dying, dying; She combed her long hair, And the crimson blood ran In the fine gold there. She was dying, dying... And in her perfect eye No terror lurked; not pity That she should so die. You who listen, pity Gaza, this poor city; For now the rocks, And the blind god's hands Grope at the pillars where he stands: While Gaza mocks, While Gaza mocks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE TAY BRIDGE DISEASTER by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LEFT BEHIND by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN REVOLUTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MUTATION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |