THE touches of man's modern speech Perplex her unacquainted tongue; There seems through all her songs a sound Of falling tears. She is not young. Within her eyes' profound arcane Resides the glory of her dreams; Behind her secret cloud of hair She sees the Is beyond the Seems. Her heart sole-towered in her steep spirit, Somewhat sweet is she, somewhat wan; And she sings the songs of Sion By the streams of Babylon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' by JOANNA BAILLIE THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND ANTONIO by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS PERVERSITY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG COMPANY COMMANDER by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |