I go out. Has all the town this morning dropped from sight? Pray whither has it flown? By what wind, in what land? I find it yet I scarce dare to extend my hand. Senlis is vaporous, a veil of muslin light. What? I to tear Senlis? Take care, where has it gone? The roofs and walls are one clear net of vapour fine. Notre-Dame doth to the air her throat of lace resign, her dainty neck, her breast the colour of the moon, where chimes the hour unreal whose peal can only be heard by angels 'tis so dulled in the pillow of the sky made of their snowy wings expanded dreamily, where God doth rest his brow, bending above Senlis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ANNE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE THE ITALICS ARE RICHARD GIFFORD'S by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |