HE sent them forth, these softly gleaming shapes, And said, "Go, ye, and tread enchanted ground; With veiling mists your paths I will surround, And shield you from the careless crowd that gapes On what all men can see. Your charm escapes Such gaze; by faithful lovers to be found Behind this tender veil that wraps you round, And all your soft beguiling gently drapes." And these fair people, whom his hand had made, And touched with sudden beauty, strange and sweet As the young Morn by the first Sun-ray kissed, Live here, immortally and unafraid, While he -- who can pursue his journeying feet? He has gone on, and up, behind the Mist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPARENT FAILURE by ROBERT BROWNING BENEDICITE by ANNA CALLENDER BRACKETT FANTASIA IN E MINOR by ELIZABETH BUSH A LETTER TO A LADY; HER DESIRING AUTHOR TO POLISH POEMS OF BISHOP KEN by JOHN BYROM THE LORDS' MASQUE: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN A SCOTCH-FIR WOOD by EDWARD CARPENTER |