Amulets gemmed, to Miriam dear, Adown in liquid mirage gleam; Solomon's Syrian charms appear, Opal and ring supreme. The rays that light this Magian Wine Thrill up from semblances divine. And, seething through the rapturous wave, What low Elysian anthems rise: Sibylline inklings blending rave, Then lap the verge with sighs. Delirious here the oracles swim Ambiguous in the beading hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER |