WE are leaning through the roses Mid the thrill of the sweet closes Of our tender violing. Up and down, up and down All the ways of our dream-town, Round a dragon-crested King, Ride the noble knights of old, All in azure, green, and gold. We two cast them our dream-roses Mid the sweetness of the closes Of our tender violing. But I know, behind the star-lit Dusk of emerald, a scarlet Strange Archangel brooding stands. Waiting still, waiting still, Gazing with a mournful will At the sword within his hands. Through the delicate green light Winds the Pomp of our delight: But I know behind the star-lit Dusk of emerald, a scarlet Angel lifts his armèd hands. But when all the stars are weeping, When my Well-beloved lies sleeping Softly I shall rise and go. I shall wrestle with that dread Angel of the bended head. "Death! Oh Death! Thy name I know. Mock me not that I am frail. I am Love: I must prevail Here, where all the stars are weeping." When the Well-Beloved lies sleeping, Surely I shall rise and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |