Shadows and vanities, blind to the light, Too wise to know, too proud to understand; Mortals, of brittle trust and thickened sight, Undone by the well-doing of my hand, Can ye not see I did it for her sake, High as her place was, willed to set her higher? Under her feet the beams of earth must shake, Suck there the hungry gurge of wind and fire. Mine own had need of this, she of my bone, Whose blood I pulsed, and her safe beauty charmed; The world must know that she, and she alone, Could stand, hell-breath full in her face, unharmed. Behold her risen, the jewels on her brow, Proved Empress of the Western Garden, now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SONNET: 9 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS KASSANDRA PROPHESIES by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |