SO Lucius prayed, and sudden, from afar, Floated the locks of Isis, shone the bright Crown that is tressed with berry, snake, and star; She came in deep blue raiment of the night, Above her robes that now were snowy white, Now golden as the moons of harvest are, Now red, now flecked with many a cloudy bar, Now stained with all the lustre of the light. Then he who saw her knew her, and he knew The awful symbols borne in either hand; The golden urn that laves Demeter's dew, The handles wreathed with asps, the mystic wand; The shaken seistron's music, tinkling through The temples of that old Osirian land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FIRST-DAY THOUGHTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PLACE OF LOVE by S. C. BRACKETT THE LONELY DOG by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE HERON BALLADS: 1. FIRST BALLAD IN THROAT by ROBERT BURNS |