'THE half was not told me,' said Sheba's Queen, Weighing that wealth of wisdom and of gold: 'Thy fame falls short of this that I have seen: The half was not told. 'Happy thy servants who stand to behold, Stand to drink in thy gracious speech and mien; Happy, thrice happy, the flock of thy fold. 'As the darkened moon while a shadow between Her face and her kindling sun is rolled, I depart; but my heart keeps memory green: The half was not told.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE BLUEBIRD by WILLIAM P. ALEXANDER BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN |