BENEATH the poplars o'er the sacred pool The halcyons dart like rays of azure light, -- Fair presage! by the columns white and cool, I'll watch till fall of night. Perchance the goddess at the twilight's breath Will come with silver feet and braidless hair, And all too startled to decree my death, Will hearken to my prayer. So when at moonrise by the farm I go, The lovely girl who near the fig-tree stands, May turn no more on scornful feet and slow, But hold out both her hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |