THE sun that hurt his lovers from on high Is fallen; she more merciful is nigh, The blessed one whose beauty's even glow Gave never wound to any shepherd's eye. Above our pausing boat in shallows drifted, Alone her plaintive form ascends the sky. O sing! the water-golds are deepening now, A hush is come upon the beechen bough; She shines the while on thee, as saint to saint Sweet interchanged adorings may allow: Sing, dearest, with that lily throat uplifted; They are so like, the holy Moon and thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING AS KINGFISHERS CATCH FIRE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |