THE royal sun has gone his gaudy way Companionless, across the sapphire skies, He sinks to rest with blood-shot fevered eyes, While tyrant night, triumphant over day, Yields soft submission to Diana's sway. Now, silver-robed, the Goddess sleeping lies And soothes the world with dreams of Paradise, Sweet fantasies the sun would drive away. I think, to-night, of songs that she would sing In dream years gone, within her garden fair. Ah, sweet the voice that joys of worlds could bring To golden hours that knew not dross of care, When years were few and love was crownèd king; For youth knows not how long is love's despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER |