Alone in contemplation lost, I stood upon a castled height, Dark beetling o'er a lurid tarn That glassed the brow of night. Between the icy flash of stars, Above me sprinkled and beneath, The silence of the listening air Was counterfeit of death. No cloud upon the naked sky, No ripple on the lake below; But o'er the sluggish waters hung A phosphorescent glow, That suddenly, all quivering wan, As smitten with the throes of birth, Upheaving, vanished, to reveal A phantom not of earth -- A lily wonderful as light, Unfolded on the balmy deep, And, cradled in its bosom, lay A presence lost in sleep. And tenderly a star remote Shed holy lustre o'er the place, Where innocence and peace betrayed Such unimagined grace That e'en the calm celestial orb, Enamoured of the dream below, With tremulous emotion pale Diffused a milder glow. And I beheld, in mystery, The secret of my vision fair -- That of a relic sprung the flower That bore its image there. And from the watchful satellite, The dwelling of a spirit fled, That faithful sentinel of love Its vacant shrine surveyed, And knew, through all transition seen, Its place and habitation dear, Still waiting, in the throb of hope, Its resurrection here. Long had I gazed; but, lo! a cloud, Down-swooping as a bird of night, O'erwhelmed me, and the phantasy Was blotted from my sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 83 by PHILIP SIDNEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: GARETH AND LYNETTE by ALFRED TENNYSON A NAMELESS EPITAPH (2) by MATTHEW ARNOLD LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 2 by WILLIAM BLAKE |