IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days. On the hedge the hanging dew Glassed the eve and stars and skies; While I gazed a madness grew Into thundered battle cries. Where the hawthorn glimmered white, Flashed the spear and fell the stroke— Ah, what faces pale and bright Where the dazzling battle broke! There a hero-hearted queen With young beauty lit the van: Gone! the darkness flowed between All the ancient wars of man. While I paced the valley's gloom Where the rabbits pattered near, Shone a temple and a tomb With the legend carven clear: @3"Time put by a myriad fates That her day might dawn in glory; Death made wide a million gates So to close her tragic story."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR THE GOLDEN AGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |