ROUND her red garland and her golden hair I saw a fire about Fiammetta's head; Thence to a little cloud I watched it fade, Than silver or than gold more brightly fair; And like a pearl that a gold ring doth bear, Even so an angel sat therein, who sped Alone and glorious throughout heaven, array'd In sapphires and in gold that lit the air. Then I rejoiced as hoping happy things, Who rather should have then discerned how God Had haste to make my lady all His own, Even as it came to pass. And with these stings Of sorrow, and with life's most weary load I dwell, who fain would be where she is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG THE LAMP OF HERO by LOUISE VICTORINE ACKERMANN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SCAMPS OF ROMANCE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |