Now toward the dawn they glide with love-lock'd hands: One dark and stately as the forest pines, One fairer than the silver-streaming sands When in the waning heavens the light declines. The one the homage of all hearts commands, The other with a softer radiance shines. Shall the proud Rose, in widest empire set, Rob of one charm the sweet-lip'd Violet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |