THE dark hour turns so slowly and so sweet, The last still hour soft-fallen from the stars. To-morrow I may kneel and touch thy feet, O Rose of all Shiraz. Lay wide thine amorous lattice to the south, O Silver Rose, when roses breathe thy name, And thou at dawn shalt feel upon thy mouth The kiss I dared not claim. Discrowned, dishonoured, reft of pride and power, From the red battle where they hailed me lord, O Silver Rose, O sweet Pomegranate Flower, I turn me to their sword. Life hath so held me to an empty part, Life hath so snared me, bound and made me blind. To-morrow I may rest upon thy heart, For death shall prove more kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |