(COLOGNE, 1923) THAT was the Lorelei, tall within the jet Of springing water. Lovely from silver head to her slim feet She, a King's daughter, Caught in a pale enchantment: there came gleams Of throat and bosom, Rose-pale, and bathed in the pellucid streams, Fine as fruit-blossom, Betwixt the poplars and the tulip-trees, Crystal and slender. Where are her maids? Not any one of these Naiads attend her. That was the Lorelei: for a little while Lost to her mountain, One moment shone her pale, her exquisite smile, Caught in the fountain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PRESENTIMENT by AMBROSE BIERCE TO A SPIRIT (2) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SEASIDE SONG: 2 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON KENMURE'S ON AND AWA' by ROBERT BURNS |