For these, my friend, were but the foldings fair, The furling leaves about the jewel-flower, The shade that lent her beauty half its dower,-- The beauty that made rich the shadow there, Touching all objects with transfiguring power: The housedog at the door, the village school, The village in the hills, the hills of Ule ... And thou, Aurania, with thy brow of pearl, So loved from all the world, didst overrule All time, all thought, in thy sweet kingdom, girl! Through the slow weeks my fancy found but her And day by day at dusk and dawn-break cool: All the long moonlight nights I dreamed of Ule And in the dark half of the months my heart was there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 98. AL-RASCHID by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SURF by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS |