When as a boy I passed you, huge and grave, You filled the doorway with your infinite height, Your cocked hat put heraldic stars to flight, Your beard was majesty, man with the stave! And did I, being a child then, misbehave, Embroidered greybeard, you came in at night, Weaving with my wild dreams your gentle might, As I beheld my peaked face in my grave. Your image, Bible-God, before me rears! Your patriarch's beard, as in my childish dreams, Like waves upon your golden breast appears. The gay galloon makes music to my ears, And I am soothed by kind and kingly beams From your white mantle, swung between the spheres. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |