Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies When the high session of the day is ended, And darkness comes; then, with the waning light, By lilied maidens on your way attended, Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying, You, like a queen, pass out into the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LAST MAN: RECOGNITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE SINKING OF THE VICTORIA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |