A LOVELY city in a lovely land, Whose citizens are lovely, and whose King Is Very Love; to Whom all Angels sing; To Whom all saints sing crowned, their sacred band Saluting Love with palm-branch in their hand: Thither all doves on gold or silver wing Flock home thro' agate windows glistering Set wide, and where pearl gates wide open stand. A bower of roses is not half so sweet, A cave of diamonds doth not glitter so, Nor Lebanon is fruitful set thereby: And thither thou, beloved, and thither I May set our heart and set our face and go, Faint yet pursuing, home on tireless feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR THE DARKNESS OF EGYPT by MARIA ABDY TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 44 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH PARISINA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |