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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RHAPSODY, by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG First Line: As when trees are shrouded in december Last Line: Ancient visions of remote crusades. | |||
As when trees are shrouded in December, Men recall the perfumes of the flower-time; So we sing a life we half remember: How we heard in some primeval shower-time Liquid song of rain upon blue rivers; Dreamed on isles, in windless oceans planted, Where a dim-green twilight, bird enchanted, Under domes of drooping leafage quivers; How we climbed on many a hidden planet Eagle heights stirred by a starry breeze; Watched by coffined kings in tombs of granite, Where the darkness hangs like boughs of trees, Glimpsing in the reddening light of torches Ghosts of somber vaults and looming porches, Cyclopean faces, giant knees; How we anchored in a violet haven, Seeking under light of unknown stars Mountains paler than the moonlight, graven Into shapes of pinnacles and scars; Where our boat set all the lilies swinging, Sailed up rivers hushed and leafy-arbored, And, in caves of hanging blossom harbored, Heard the sound of an immortal singing. As when breathed upon, the ashen ember Blossoms into fire again and fades, So bright Junes flame up through our December, And at random whiles we half remember Sudden gusts of an immortal singing, Ancient visions of remote crusades. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN THE KING'S HAND by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN IN AND OUT OF CHURCH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |
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