Who sits with the King in His Throne? Not a slave but a Bride, With this King of all Greatness Who reigns not alone: His Glory her glory, where glorious she glows at His side Who sits with the King in His Throne. She came from dim uttermost depths which no Angel hath known, Leviathan's whirlpool and Dragon's dominion worldwide, From the frost or the fire to Paradisiacal zone. Lo, she is fair as a dove, silvery, golden, dove-eyed; Lo, Dragon laments and Death laments, for their prey is flown: She dwells in the Vision of Peace, and her peace shall abide Who sits with the King in His Throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FUTILITY by CHARLOTTE BLAISING MUSINGS by MICHAEL J. CAMPIONE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. INSCRIBED ON A MUMMY CASE, BRITISH MUSEUM by EDWARD CARPENTER |