I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one, Fusing them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent, Watching the future come and the present go, And the little shifting pictures of people rushing In restless self-importance to and fro. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY PAST AND PRESENT by THOMAS HOOD THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LOST AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE |