Sighed the wind to the wheat: -- 'The Queen who is slumbering there, Once bewildered the rose; Scorned, "Thou un-fair!" Once, from that bird-whirring court, Ascended the ruinous stair. Aloft, on that weed-hung turret, suns Smote on her hair -- Of a gold by Archiac sought, Of a gold sea-hid, Of a gold that from core of quartz No flame shall bid Pour into light of the air For God's Jews to see.' Mocked the wheat to the wind: -- 'Kiss me! Kiss me!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON A CHILD IS WEEPING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |