CLOISTERED amid these austere rocks, Abrooding seer, I watched an hour, Close to the earth, lost to all else, The marvel of a tiny flower. To build its palace walls of jade What myriads toiled in dark and cold: And what gay traders from the sun Brought down its sapphire and its gold! Oh, palace of the universe! Oh, changing halls of day and night! Does the high Builder dream in thee With more of wonder and delight ? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 1. AT THE THEATRE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VILE SPRING! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |