'THE half was not told me,' said Sheba's Queen, Weighing that wealth of wisdom and of gold: 'Thy fame falls short of this that I have seen: The half was not told. 'Happy thy servants who stand to behold, Stand to drink in thy gracious speech and mien; Happy, thrice happy, the flock of thy fold. 'As the darkened moon while a shadow between Her face and her kindling sun is rolled, I depart; but my heart keeps memory green: The half was not told.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT (1) by KAREN SWENSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY THE LAW OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN THE BAREFOOT BOY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AN AUTUMN NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |