THINE is an ever-changing beauty; now With that proud look, so lofty yet serene In its high majesty, thou seem'st a queen, With all her diamonds blazing on her brow! Anon I see -- as gentler thoughts arise And mould thy features in their sweet control -- The pure, white ray that lights a maiden's soul, And struggles outward through her drooping eyes. Anon they flash; and now a golden light Bursts o'er thy beauty, like the Orient's glow, Bathing thy shoulders' and thy bosom's snow, And all the woman beams upon my sight! I kneel unto the queen, like knight of yore; The maid I love; the woman I adore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A BETTER RESURRECTION by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES BOX-CAR LETTERS by KARLE WILSON BAKER AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |