Trailing thy mantle black, I've seen thee break, O Rossi, weak Ophelia's saddened heart, And, as the love-mad Moorish tiger, start Strangling the sobs thy victim could not wake; I Lear, Macbeth have seen, and seen thee take The last cold kiss in love's supremest part Of older Italy; -- high flights of art! -- Yet greater triumphs have I seen thee make, For I did taste of joy and woe sublime When I did hear thee speak the triple rhyme. In voice of gold you rang its iron knell, And red, in reflex of the infernal fire, My very soul moved by deep horror dire Saw Alighieri, living, chant of hell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |