Love, through the stars, swoop'd down the violet sky; His flaming feet caught at a fountain-brim; And crouching there, sweet taper limb to limb, He stood his rebeck on his moonlit thigh, Toss'd back his pinions, wreath'd in pansied rim, Shaking off silver, and stroked out thereby His twinkling strings to swooning harmony; And tinseling sprays the fountain spill'd on him. Anear, through a low window left unclose, The sound stole on through breathing trails of rose, And kiss'd the sleeping courtier's comely head; Who, starting up, felt all his soul on fire, Rack'd and rent back by some sad strange desire, And sleep for ever banish'd from his bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |