Why am I first in thy so sad regard, O twilight gazing from I know not where? I fear myself as one more than I guessed! Am I instead of one so very fair? -- That thou art sorrowful and I oppressed? High in the isolating air, Over the inattentive moon, Two birds sail on great wings, And vanish soon. (And they leave the north sky bare!) The far-felt solitudes that harbor night, Wake to the singing of the wood-bird's fright. By invocation, O wide silentness, Thy spirit and my spirit pass in air! They are unmemoried consciousness, Nor great nor less! And thou art here and I am everywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT CONSTANTINOPLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN THE ST. GOTTHARDT PASS by MATHILDE BLIND SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |