The lake, like her, heaves gently Its breast of waves under a heaven of sleep, And pictures in its soothed, transparent being The depth of worlds o'erhanging: o'er the pillow, Washed by the overflowing, flowery locks, A silver promise of the moon is breathed: And the light veil of hieroglyphic clouds The curious wind rends ever and anon, Revealing the deep dream of Alpine heights, Which fill the distance of its wondering spirit, And on its hectic cheeks the prophecies Do fearfully reflect, that flicker up Out of the sun's grave underneath the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL |