In Gorias are gems, And pale gold, Shining diadems Gathered of old From the long fragrant hair Of dead beautiful queens. There the reaper gleans Vast opals of white air: The dawn leans Upon emerald there: Out of the dust of kings The sunrise lifts a cloud of shimmering wings. In Gorias of the East My love was born, Erias dowered with a sword And the treasures of the Morn— But now all the red gems And the pale gold Are as the trampled diadems Of the queens of old In Gorias the pale-gold. Have I once heard the least, But the least breath, again? No: my love is no more fain Of Gorias of the East. Erias hath sheathed this sword Long, long ago. My heart is old . . . Though in Gorias are gems And pale gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DUNCAN WEIR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |