THY palace walls were founded well, And well its courses thou didst lay; One tower defied the genie's spell, And stands a ruin to this day. The Land of Flowers thou didst attain, And see the spring's immortal jet; Thy staff-worn hand was reached in vain -- Thy lips that crystal never wet! With pains the altar thou didst dress, And the burnt sacrifice prepare, And call upon the God to bless -- All but the Fire from Heaven was there! Thou shak'st thy lance on hard-fought field, Thou sleep'st, the tingling stars above; -- Pity and praise sweet eyes can yield, But ne'er vouchsafe the Light of Love! What dost thou lack? 'Tis almost naught That parts thee from thy Heart's Desire, -- A step -- a span -- an airy thought: A pulse-beat more, thou didst require! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |