My darling wandered through the house, His bow upon the rebeck, light as flame. Soft melodies he played, astray with sweet carouse, Mad songs without a name. Then, changing to a solemn mode and measure, "Cupbearer, wine!" he cried, "Wine for the sons of pleasure, The children of desire!" Forth from his corner came The moonbright boy, and set the brimming bowl Before us, with sweet reverence and grace. My darling took the cup: over his face Flowed truant flames. "Ye evil ghosts," he cried, "I know my beauty: who is like to me? The sun of all the world, the Lover's pride, I am, I was, shall be With soul and spirit moving at my side." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE VIGIL OF JOSEPH by ELSA BARKER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1913 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |