THE touches of man's modern speech Perplex her unacquainted tongue; There seems through all her songs a sound Of falling tears. She is not young. Within her eyes' profound arcane Resides the glory of her dreams; Behind her secret cloud of hair She sees the Is beyond the Seems. Her heart sole-towered in her steep spirit, Somewhat sweet is she, somewhat wan; And she sings the songs of Sion By the streams of Babylon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 87. AL-GHANI by EDWIN ARNOLD ECLOGUE: TWO FARMS IN WOONE by WILLIAM BARNES |