How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn - How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder By the Wizard Sun - How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet Till the Ball is full - Have I the lip of the Flamingo That I dare to tell? Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows - Touching all the Grass With a departing - Sapphire - feature - As a Duchess passed - How a small Dusk crawls on the Village Till the Houses blot And the odd Flambeau, no men carry Glimmer on the Street - How it is Night - in Nest and Kennel - And where was the Wood - Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing Into Solitude - These are the Visions flitted Guido - Titian - never told - Domenichino dropped his pencil - Paralyzed, with Gold | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERDESS by ALICE MEYNELL TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT THE BOY AND THE BROOK by LEO ALISHAN TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD THIERRY AND THEODORET by FRANCIS BEAUMONT A DREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CAELIA: SONNETS: 13 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER by WITTER BYNNER DEATH (IN MEMORIAM MAGGIE MEAGHER) by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON |