HIGH grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal Some wood-born wonder's sweet simplicity; A glance like water brimming with the sky Or hyacinth-light where forest-shadows fall; Such thrilling pallor of cheek as doth enthral The heart; a mouth whose passionate forms imply All music and all silence held thereby; Deep golden locks, her sovereign coronal; A round reared neck, meet column of Love's shrine To cling to when the heart takes sanctuary; Hands which for ever at Love's bidding be, And soft-stirred feet still answering to his sign:-- These are her gifts, as tongue may tell them o'er. Breathe low her name, my soul; for that means more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LANDSCAPE; TWILIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS |