EVEN as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,-- So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign grace When the drear soul desires thee. Of that face What shall be said,--which, like a governing star, Gathers and garners from all things that are Their silent penetrative loveliness? O'er water-daisies and wild waifs of Spring, There where the iris rears its gold-crowned sheaf With flowering rush and sceptered arrow-leaf, So have I marked Queen Dian, in bright ring Of cloud above and wave below, take wing And chase night's gloom, as thou and spirit's grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BALLAD OF HUMAN LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DORA VERSUS ROSE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON AN ATHENIAN GARDEN by TRUMBULL STICKNEY THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD |