A LOVELY city in a lovely land, Whose citizens are lovely, and whose King Is Very Love; to Whom all Angels sing; To Whom all saints sing crowned, their sacred band Saluting Love with palm-branch in their hand: Thither all doves on gold or silver wing Flock home thro' agate windows glistering Set wide, and where pearl gates wide open stand. A bower of roses is not half so sweet, A cave of diamonds doth not glitter so, Nor Lebanon is fruitful set thereby: And thither thou, beloved, and thither I May set our heart and set our face and go, Faint yet pursuing, home on tireless feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |