A TRANCED beauty dwells upon her face, A lustrous summer- calm of peace and prayer; In those still eyes the keenest gaze can trace No sad disturbance, and no touch of care. Peace rests upon her lips, and forehead fair, And temples unadorned. A cloistral grace Says to the gazer over- bold, 'Beware, 'Yet love hath made her breast his dwelling-place. An awful might abideth with the pure, And theirs the only wisdom from above. She seems to listen to some strain obscure Of music in sidereal regions wove, Or to await some more transcendent dower From heaven descending on her like a dove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |