Low stars and moonlight beauty disavow That death has ever known her; but around Her melancholy portals only sound Of waters makes her music; and the brow Of stately wall records the legend how "Died in this palace" a poet Love once crowned. Here the cold Angel that strong harp unbound: How chill and silent seem her chambers now! O World, if ever moon should wander here Where builds my heart its palace for your song, And find such tablet in the outer wall, The poet dead, the chambers still and drear, Let not its hollow beauty win the throng To reverence, but let it perish all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |