THE gods are there, they hide their lordly faces From you that will not kneel -- Worship, and they reveal, Call -- and 'tis they! They have not changed, nor moved from their high places, The stars stream past their eyes like drifted spray; Lovely to look on are they as bright gold, They are wise with beauty, as a pool is wise, Lonely with lilies; very sweet their eyes -- Bathed deep in sunshine are they, and very cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS by JOHN DRYDEN THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE ROMANCE OF THE CARPET by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES SENT BY A FRIEND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |