WHEN, in your palace, amid whatsoe'er Is most august and noble, I see you stand, One of the greatest ladies of the land, Almost it seems as if the marvels there, The sacred things untarnishably fair That grew from painter's or from sculptor's hand, Had into warm and breathing life been fanned, By puissant spell, in that enchanted air; -- By power and mandate of the Spirit divine That, flashing forth from radiant Womanhood, Can, with unuttered word and secret sign, Waken insentient stone, inanimate wood; Ev'n as it touches to melodious mood This halting tongue and trembling heart of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 57. AL-HAMID by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE |