Plain as the glistering planets shine When winds have cleaned the skies, Her love appeared, appealed for mine, And wantoned in her eyes. Clear as the shining tapers burned On Cytherea's shrine, Those brimming, lustrous beauties turned, And called and conquered mine. The beacon-lamp that Hero lit No fairer shone on sea, No plainlier summoned will and wit, Than hers encouraged me. I thrilled to feel her influence near, I struck my flag at sight. Her starry silence smote my ear Like sudden drums at night. I ran as, at the cannon's roar, The troops the ramparts man''" As in the holy house of yore The willing Eli ran. Here, lady, lo! that servant stands You picked from passing men, And should you need nor heart nor hands He bows and goes again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE NOT OURS THE VOWS by BERNARD BARTON ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |