WE are leaning through the roses Mid the thrill of the sweet closes Of our tender violing. Up and down, up and down All the ways of our dream-town, Round a dragon-crested King, Ride the noble knights of old, All in azure, green, and gold. We two cast them our dream-roses Mid the sweetness of the closes Of our tender violing. But I know, behind the star-lit Dusk of emerald, a scarlet Strange Archangel brooding stands. Waiting still, waiting still, Gazing with a mournful will At the sword within his hands. Through the delicate green light Winds the Pomp of our delight: But I know behind the star-lit Dusk of emerald, a scarlet Angel lifts his armèd hands. But when all the stars are weeping, When my Well-beloved lies sleeping Softly I shall rise and go. I shall wrestle with that dread Angel of the bended head. "Death! Oh Death! Thy name I know. Mock me not that I am frail. I am Love: I must prevail Here, where all the stars are weeping." When the Well-Beloved lies sleeping, Surely I shall rise and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHAT THE BIRDS SAID by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON |