I had a dream of poverty by night, And saw the holy palmer wending by, With pensive face and radiant upturned eye, Drinking the tender moon's approving light, I saw her take the hills and climb the height, While broad below the city murmured nigh, Spangling the dusk with lamps of revelry That made the mellow planets pale to sight. Yet kept my love her face toward the stars Till broke the dawn against the mountain ridge, And angels met her on the misty way; Then heaven looked forth on her through golden bars, Then gleamed her feet along a rosy bridge, Then passed she noiseless into eternal day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |