Under the glorious sky, where the sun low rings, The silver trireme illumines the sombre stream And in its wake the perfumed censers teem, With sound of flute and silken shiverings. At the glittering prow where the sacred hawk wings, Bent on her royal dais to watch dusk dream, Cleopatra in the glowing twilight gleam Is a great golden bird before it springs. There is Tarsus, where the warrior is await, Disarmed, and the queen spread on the charmèd air Her amber arms, and the dark sets roses there; Nor has she seen, foreshadowing her fate Near by, lulling the waters with their roses' breath, The divine and infant twain, desire and death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |