'Tis Evanoe's, A house not made with hands, But out somewhere beyond the worldly ways Her gold is spread, above, around, inwoven; Strange ways and walls are fashioned out of it. And I have seen my Lady in the sun, Her hair was spread about, a sheaf of wings, And red the sunlight was, behind it all. And I have seen her there within her house, With six great sapphires hung along the wall, Low, panel-shaped, a-level with her knees, And all her robe was woven of pale gold. There are there many rooms and all of gold, Of woven walls deep patterned, of email, Of beaten work; and through the claret stone, Set to some weaving, comes the aureate light. Here am I come perforce my love of her, Behold mine adoration Maketh me clear, and there are powers in this Which, played on by the virtues of her soul, Break down the four-square walls of standing time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX STRANGE PERSPECTIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |