His stature tall, large, and high, Limb'd and featur'd beauteously; Chest was broad, arms were strong, Locks of amber passing long, That hung and wav'd upon his neck, Heaven's beauty might they check. Visage fair and full os grace, Mild and stern, for in one place Sate Mercy meekly in his eye, And justice in his looks hard bye: His robes of bisse were crimson hue, Bordered round with twines of blue: In Tyre no richer silk sold, Over-braided all with gold; Costly set with precious stone, Such before I ne'er saw none: A massy crown upon his head, Chequer'd through with rubies red; Orient pearl and bright topace Did burnish out each valiant place: Thus this Prince that seemèd sage Did go in royal equipage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |