THE splendour of the Orient, here of old Throned with the West, upon a waveless sea, Her various-vested, resonant jubilee Maintains, though Venice hath been bought and sold. In their high stalls of azure and of gold Yet stand, above the servile concourse free, Those brazen steeds-the Car of Victory Hither from far Byzantium's porch that rolled. The winged Lions, Time's dejected thralls, Glare with furled plumes. The pictured shapes that glow Like sunset clouds condensed upon the walls, Still boast old wars, or feasts of long ago: And still the sun his amplest glory pours On all those swelling domes and watery floors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 3 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE |