ONCE between Argos and Mycaenae shone Half-veiled in myrtle and mysterious pine, The ivory splendors of that holy shrine, Wherein embowered, majestic, and alone Her sculptured brow with wavering locks o'erblown, As if by airs ethereal and divine, Smiled the calm goddess of Olympian line, Girt by awed silence, like a sacred zone: Save that mild murmurings sounding vague and far, From suppliant women -- through frail-hearted dread Touched the shy pulses of that strange repose, Till the last petal dropped from sunset's rose, And gleamed through twilight, like a flawless star, The chastened glory of proud Hera's head! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 9. TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 5. BY LITTLE AND LITTLE by PHILIP AYRES THE MAUSOLEUM by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |