O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! Fair plumed Siren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute: Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute Betwixt damnation and impassioned clay Must I burn through; once more humbly assay The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearean fruit. Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion, Begetters of our deep eternal theme, When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream, But when I am consumed in the fire, Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN A DEDICATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD PSALM 56 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE CHAMBER by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |