AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that, And also you are living after; And the memory I started at -- My starting moves your laughter! I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world, no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about: For there I picked up on the heather And there I put inside my breast A moulted feather, an eagle-feather! Well, I forget the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY |