When issuing from the realms of "Shadow Land" I see thee mid the Orient's kindling bloom, With mystic lilies gleaming in thy hand, Gathered by dream-light in the dusky gloom Of bowers enchanted -- I behold again The fabled Goddess of the Morning, veiled In fleecy clouds. Thy cheek, so softly paled With memories of the Night's mysterious reign, And something of the starlight, burning still In thy deep, dreamy eyes, do but fulfill The vision more divinely to my thought: While all the cheerful hopes enkindling round thee -- Warm hopes, wherewith thy prescient soul hath crowned thee -- Are with the breath of morning fragrance fraught. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO LILIES: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |