(COLOGNE, 1923) THAT was the Lorelei, tall within the jet Of springing water. Lovely from silver head to her slim feet She, a King's daughter, Caught in a pale enchantment: there came gleams Of throat and bosom, Rose-pale, and bathed in the pellucid streams, Fine as fruit-blossom, Betwixt the poplars and the tulip-trees, Crystal and slender. Where are her maids? Not any one of these Naiads attend her. That was the Lorelei: for a little while Lost to her mountain, One moment shone her pale, her exquisite smile, Caught in the fountain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A MOTHER'S DREAM by MATHILDE BLIND TO ONE WHO HAD LEFT HER CONVENT TO MARRY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |