It was in a theater one day: The house was dark, the stage a-light, A living symphony at play, A fragile nymph, a woodland sprite. A phase of beauty set aside And framed into a brilliant sphere, A changing scintillating tide Of deep emotions blended here. A human flame of orange red, A whirling, twirling rhythmic wave, A pulsing, seething water bed, A deep and melancholy grave. A flitting phantom in the gloom, An old dead sorrow fanned to glow, The heart-break of a dying bloom, The agonizing tears that flow. A raging storm, oppressive air, A ghastly, shocking monotone. Thunderous drums, a vision rare, Divinely blended into one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND O' THE LEAL by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT HOARFROST by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH |