Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes
From out her hair: such balsam falls
Down sea-side mountain pedestals,
From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,
Spent with the vast and howling main,
To treasure half their island-gain.
And strew faint sweetness from some old
Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud
Which breaks to dust when once unrolled;
Or shredded perfume, like a cloud
From closet long to quiet vowed,
With mothed and dropping arras hung,
Mouldering her lute and books among,
As when a queen, long dead, was young.
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An interesting piece with beautiful rendition of words.........
Wonderful depiction of the beauty of the dead queen at her prime! Perfumed cassia sandal buds mouldering her lute and books... great sketch of the beautiful portrait of the queen with its compactness!
A mesmerizing beauty of the dead queen when she was young has been wonderfully portrayed.
The descriptive beauty of you queen dead long ago is finely depicted in this poem by Poet Robert Browning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah with what minute details the scene is painted! A lovely vintage from an old bard.