The lethargy of evil in her eyes - As blue snow is the substance of a mere Where the dead waters of a glacier drear Stand open and behold - a viper lies. Brooding upon her hatreds: dying thus Wounded and broken, helpless with her fangs, She dies of her sealed curse, yea, of her pangs At God's first ban that made her infamous. Yet, by that old curse frozen in her wreath, She, like a star, hath central gravity That draws and fascinates the soul to death; While round her stark and terrible repose, Vaults for its hour a glittering sapphire fly, Mocking the charm of death. O God, it knows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY LOVE NOT by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |