I see the Lady of my dreams, My night's dreams, my day's dreams, She's sitting in the fire-light, The ruddy, flickering fire-light, Her shimmering hair, spun-gold it seems, Reflects the charring logs' red gleams, The softened shadows of the night Add eerie charms to lover's sight, For, from her eyes where flame-jets dart, Like those within the fire's heart, Methinks a cherub's soul doth shine, Unlike the mortal soul of mine, And in the painting fire's art She seems an angel's counterpart, Effulgent with a light divine That burns the inner soul of mine, Which worships my sweet Lady. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |