I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark of passion shining on my face. And I explored it to determine why This awful key to my infinity Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace. And if the sign may not be fully read, If I can comprehend but not control, I need not gloom my days with futile dread, Because I see a part and not the whole. Contemplating the strange, I'm comforted By this narcotic thought: I know my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 48 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |