ILAY in a rich chamber candle-dim And nightlong dreamt awake. The ancient winds Like remote music made a dusk of sound: Viols throbbing out some earth-impassioned hymn From halls of regal revels and bright sins— Far voices as of love-mad women, crowned, Star-gemmed Despairs, the queens of legend lands, Seated within the gateways of their towers, Eyes full of smiles forgotten, unfelt tears Uncounted falling in their idle hands Which whitely drooped upon their laps like flowers. Anteia's sisters these, and Phædra's feres. Methought their murmurs gathered in the night, And all these wretched queens of ancient care Joined faintly their involuntary moan, Till pale Aurora passioned toward the light, Slight Cynthia fled adown her brightening stair, And day brought other worlds to rule my own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL |