SOFTLY, as comes a wind across the sea That thrills the waves to music on the beach, And stirs the trees to whisperings each to each, And bids the birds pipe low sweet song of glee; So, like a summer morning, came to me My Queen, my Niamh; and her gentle speech Spake regal lineage longer than the reach Of memory, older than the thrones that be. And thro' the tumults that around me rise, She speaks of hidden and tremendous things -- Grails yet unwon, and Quests that never cease; And calls me forth to where, with quenchless eyes, She with the deathless dwells, and folds her wings Enthroned in vast, unutterable Peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SONG TO MITHRAS by RUDYARD KIPLING INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB |