UNEARTHLY beauty of soft light persuadeth This castle, which to shadows did belong; And through its farthest vaults sweet, mellow song The silence of my wintry halls upbraideth; Gently as saffron dawn that smiling fadeth The sable, yielding hours, these search along; And with them souls of roses dead—faint throng Of odors of old years that all-pervadeth. Lady, this thing I speak not—do not fear it. 'T were more than friendship, yet no better name Dares my most grateful heart's allegiance claim Lest this, as I do think, be brother-spirit To him, swan-brought to Brabant's castled shore, Who, named aloud, was lost forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |