He brought no flare of romance when he came, No transient gleam of iridescent light. The gift he carried wore a fairer name, Like stars above the quiet sea at night. Not passion that would burn itself to death Nor plea of vagrant, importuning lust -- He reached into the midnight's placid breath And chose for me the gifts that I could trust. He came from out the velvet glow of dawn, Beneath blue smoke that lingered in the air; He came when every dream of mine was gone To offer gifts wrapped in a golden prayer. I keep his image warm with tender sighs For dust has long since lain upon his eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIPPOPOTAMUS by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 7. THE IMPOSSIBILITY by PHILIP AYRES AN EVENING PRAYER by BERNARD BARTON |