I have seen her to-night in a vision, Pour out from her beautiful hands A torrent of music elysian That my innermost self understands. In a whirlpool of harmonic rapture My senses were swept with delight, And my heart, singing loud at its capture, Became her glad captive to-night. With the joy of a sanctified spirit I cling to the glorious dream; And the song—I forever shall hear it, And thrill with the throb of its theme! For the trend of its cadence uplifted My mind from the sordid and vile, Till my soul seemed unfettered, and drifted At peace in the dawn of her smile. Oh, those hands so insistent and slender! Would they nestle in mine at repose? Oh, her face, so bewitching, so tender, And sweet as the first fragile rose! Will it ever light up with high pleasure To greet me, to welcome, caress? Would she be my dear love and my treasure? I doubt, in distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |