Cynthia, as to thy power and thee We obey; Where we sang our room shall be -- Silence, stay Night-long with these lovers, they Each in each will find the needed; All they do and all they say Only by themselves be heeded. Goddess, pace the waves below, Let thy feet Glide like galleys when they row With even beat, May thy curved lamp in retreat Silvering shades above them blended Prove how, by immortal sweet Virgin, spouses are befriended. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |