THIS mood hath known all beauty, for it sees O'erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold On brows no longer bold, And through the shadowy terrors of their hell The love for which they fell, And how desire which cast them in the deep Called God too from His sleep. Oh, Pity, only seer, who looking through A heart melted like dew, Seest the long perished in the present thus, For ever dwell in us. Whatever time thy golden eyelids ope They travel to a hope; Not only backward from these low degrees To starry dynasties, But, looking far where now the silence owns And rules from empty thrones, Thou seest the enchanted hills of heaven burn For joy at our return. Thy tender kiss hath memory we are kings For all our wanderings. Thy shining eyes already see the after In hidden light and laughter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |