The lethargy of evil in her eyes - As blue snow is the substance of a mere Where the dead waters of a glacier drear Stand open and behold - a viper lies. Brooding upon her hatreds: dying thus Wounded and broken, helpless with her fangs, She dies of her sealed curse, yea, of her pangs At God's first ban that made her infamous. Yet, by that old curse frozen in her wreath, She, like a star, hath central gravity That draws and fascinates the soul to death; While round her stark and terrible repose, Vaults for its hour a glittering sapphire fly, Mocking the charm of death. O God, it knows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY A RONDEL OF LUVE [LOVE] by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL TO A BIRCH TREE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |