(TO M. B.) I DREAMED we sat -- Gabriella, thou and I -- Within thy garden where the roses bloom, Weaving together at an ancient loom With beams in profile on a sapphire sky. We let the roses droop, the lilies die Unnoticed ... Each in her appointed room, We wove a weft of fabulous glint and gloom: A veil for Truth, whose temple stood hard by. Thine, Margaret, was purpled o'er with flowers, And Gabriella's rich with mystic blooth, But mine transparent as are driven showers. We rose ... I tore your broideries from the head And flung my veil across the face of Truth; I saw her unadorn'd and woke in dread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO DAMON by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON DRYBURGH by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A MIGHTIER THAN MAMMON by EDWARD CARPENTER |