As when there peal along the astonished air Joy-bells of some exuberant town at play, Laughing and shouting in its holiday; And blind to apprehension, deaf to care, One standing in the noisy market-square, Pausing an instant, pondering -- if he may, -- Will hear above the riot loud and gay The vast cathedral-organ boom for prayer; So when I hold your beauty in my arms, Above the tumult of the pulse there rings A music welling from diviner things; Your soul reveals to me her nobler charms, And in the light that dazzles and disarms, My too vainglorious spirit droops her wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNETS ON PICTURES: MARY MAGDALEN AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |