IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days. On the hedge the hanging dew Glassed the eve and stars and skies; While I gazed a madness grew Into thundered battle cries. Where the hawthorn glimmered white, Flashed the spear and fell the stroke— Ah, what faces pale and bright Where the dazzling battle broke! There a hero-hearted queen With young beauty lit the van: Gone! the darkness flowed between All the ancient wars of man. While I paced the valley's gloom Where the rabbits pattered near, Shone a temple and a tomb With the legend carven clear: @3"Time put by a myriad fates That her day might dawn in glory; Death made wide a million gates So to close her tragic story."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VILE SPRING! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE CHARM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A FABLE FOR POETS by BERTON BRALEY |