When issuing from the realms of "Shadow Land" I see thee mid the Orient's kindling bloom, With mystic lilies gleaming in thy hand, Gathered by dream-light in the dusky gloom Of bowers enchanted -- I behold again The fabled Goddess of the Morning, veiled In fleecy clouds. Thy cheek, so softly paled With memories of the Night's mysterious reign, And something of the starlight, burning still In thy deep, dreamy eyes, do but fulfill The vision more divinely to my thought: While all the cheerful hopes enkindling round thee -- Warm hopes, wherewith thy prescient soul hath crowned thee -- Are with the breath of morning fragrance fraught. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MONCH AND JUNGFRAU by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |