WHENCE, O fragrant form of light, Hast thou drifted through the night, Swanlike, to a leafy nest, On the restless waves, at rest? Art thou from the snowy zone Of a mountain-summit blown, Or the blossom of a dream, Fashioned in the foamy stream? Nay, -- methinks the maiden moon, When the daylight came too soon, Fleeting from her bath to hide, Left her garment in the tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER |