WHEN, in your palace, amid whatsoe'er Is most august and noble, I see you stand, One of the greatest ladies of the land, Almost it seems as if the marvels there, The sacred things untarnishably fair That grew from painter's or from sculptor's hand, Had into warm and breathing life been fanned, By puissant spell, in that enchanted air; -- By power and mandate of the Spirit divine That, flashing forth from radiant Womanhood, Can, with unuttered word and secret sign, Waken insentient stone, inanimate wood; Ev'n as it touches to melodious mood This halting tongue and trembling heart of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER F. DE SAMARA TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE A THANKSGIVING TO GOD [FOR HIS HOUSE] by ROBERT HERRICK LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |