WILLIAM CARMAN ROBERTS
HER gold hair fallen about her faceMade light within that shadowy place,But on her garments lay the dustOf many a vanished race.Her deep eyes, gazing straight ahead,Saw years and days and hours long dead,While strange gems glimmered at her feet,Yellow, and green, and red.And ever from the shadows cameVoices to pierce her heart like flame.The great bats fanned her with their wings,The voices called her name.But yet her look turned not asideFrom the black deep where dreams abide,Where worlds and pageantries lay deadBeneath that viewless tide.Her elbow on her knee was set,Her strong hand propt her chin, and yetNo man might name that look she wore,Nor any man forget.
HER gold hair fallen about her faceMade light within that shadowy place,But on her garments lay the dustOf many a vanished race.Her deep eyes, gazing straight ahead,Saw years and days and hours long dead,While strange gems glimmered at her feet,Yellow, and green, and red.And ever from the shadows cameVoices to pierce her heart like flame.The great bats fanned her with their wings,The voices called her name.But yet her look turned not asideFrom the black deep where dreams abide,Where worlds and pageantries lay deadBeneath that viewless tide.Her elbow on her knee was set,Her strong hand propt her chin, and yetNo man might name that look she wore,Nor any man forget.
HER gold hair fallen about her faceMade light within that shadowy place,But on her garments lay the dustOf many a vanished race.
HER gold hair fallen about her face
Made light within that shadowy place,
But on her garments lay the dust
Of many a vanished race.
Her deep eyes, gazing straight ahead,Saw years and days and hours long dead,While strange gems glimmered at her feet,Yellow, and green, and red.
Her deep eyes, gazing straight ahead,
Saw years and days and hours long dead,
While strange gems glimmered at her feet,
Yellow, and green, and red.
And ever from the shadows cameVoices to pierce her heart like flame.The great bats fanned her with their wings,The voices called her name.
And ever from the shadows came
Voices to pierce her heart like flame.
The great bats fanned her with their wings,
The voices called her name.
But yet her look turned not asideFrom the black deep where dreams abide,Where worlds and pageantries lay deadBeneath that viewless tide.
But yet her look turned not aside
From the black deep where dreams abide,
Where worlds and pageantries lay dead
Beneath that viewless tide.
Her elbow on her knee was set,Her strong hand propt her chin, and yetNo man might name that look she wore,Nor any man forget.
Her elbow on her knee was set,
Her strong hand propt her chin, and yet
No man might name that look she wore,
Nor any man forget.