TO-NIGHT she will dance at the palace, With the diamonds in her hair: And the Prince will praise her beauty -- The loveliest lady there! But tones, at times, in the music Will bring back forgotten things: And her heart will fail her sometimes, When her beauty is praised at the King's. There sits in his silent chamber A stern and sorrowful man: But a strange sweet dream comes to him, While the lamp is burning wan, Of a sunset among the vineyards In a lone and lovely land, And a maiden standing near him, With fresh wild-flowers in her hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLIZZARD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOUR PRELUDES ON PLAYTHINGS OF THE WIND by CARL SANDBURG THE BLACK VULTURE by GEORGE STERLING |