Long ago from radiant palace, Dream-bemused, in flood of moon, Stole the princess Seraphita Into forest gloom. Wail of hemlock; cold the dewdrops; Danced the Dryads in the chace; Heavy hung ambrosial fragrance; Moonbeams blanched her ravished face. Frail and clear the notes delusive; Mocking phantoms in a rout Thridded the night-cloistered thickets, Wove their sorceries in and out. . . . Mourn'st thou not? Or do thine eyelids Frame a vision dark, divine, O'er this imp of star and wild-flower -- Of a god once thine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HODGE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES POSSESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO CAROLINE (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: THE GARDENER SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION YESTERDAY by DIMP MILLIKIN CLEVENGER CHRISTABEL: PART 1 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |