Herod speaks: I dreamed last night of a dome of beaten gold To be a counter-glory to the Sun. There shall the eagle blindly dash himself, There the first beam shall strike, and there the moon Shall aim all night her argent archery; And it shall be the tryst of sundered stars, The haunt of dead and dreaming Solomon; Shall send a light upon the lost in Hell, And flashings upon faces without hope. -- And I will think in gold and dream in silver, Imagine in marble and conceive in bronze, Till it shall dazzle pilgrim nations And stammering tribes from undiscovered lands, Allure the living God out of the bliss, And all the streaming seraphim from heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON NEGRO GIRL by IRENE COOPER ALLEN A SPRING CAROL by ALFRED AUSTIN THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES |