IN the mirk that circles us Starry clear thy image stood, Like the gold ranunculus On the black pools in the wood. While its pure refulgence shone, Even despair grew thin and bright, As behind the burning sun Darkest ether melts to white. Now that image quits the sky, Plunges like a falling star, Slips, out of the pride on high, Down, down where the pities are. What an empty world for me! What a night without a sound! Suddenly eternity With its blackness folds me round. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |