Where the bells peal far at sea Cunning fingers fashioned me. There on palace walls I hung While that Consuelo sung; But I heard, though I listened well, Never a note, never a trill, Never a beat of the chiming bell. There I hung and looked, and there In my gray face, faces fair Shone from under shining hair. Well I saw the poising head, But the lips moved and nothing said; And when lights were in the hall, Silent moved the dancers all. So awhile I glowed, and then Fell on dusty days and men; Long I slumbered packed in straw, Long I none but dealers saw; Till before my silent eye One that sees came passing by. Now with an outlandish grace, To the sparkling fire I face In the blue room at Skerryvore; Where I wait until the door Open, and the Prince of Men, Henry James, shall come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 6. FAIR AND SOFTLY by PHILIP AYRES THE BEAUTIFUL BEESHAREEN BOY by MATHILDE BLIND OLD LADY NECESSITY by BERTON BRALEY THE POET AND THE BIRD; A FABLE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |