EVEN as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,-- So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign grace When the drear soul desires thee. Of that face What shall be said,--which, like a governing star, Gathers and garners from all things that are Their silent penetrative loveliness? O'er water-daisies and wild waifs of Spring, There where the iris rears its gold-crowned sheaf With flowering rush and sceptered arrow-leaf, So have I marked Queen Dian, in bright ring Of cloud above and wave below, take wing And chase night's gloom, as thou and spirit's grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE THREE KINGS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WHEELING WORLD by JAMES ROBERT ALLEN MY MOTHER by FLORENCE R. ANDREWS THE BURIAL-MARCH OF THE DUNDEE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |