Still upon the vacant wall Doth the silver phantom fall, Like a glory in the gloom Of the long-deserted room. Soul departed, can it be Thou, death-laurelled majesty, Mingling, in the moon's disguise, With our midnight reveries? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT ON A PORTRAIT OF WORDSWORTH BY B.R. HAYDON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO RICH GIVERS by WALT WHITMAN SURCEASE by ALICE GARDNER ADAMS TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK |