HOW vain and dull this common world must seem To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked At Florence with Mirandola, or walked Through the cool olives of the Academe: Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream For Goat-foot Pan's shrill piping, and have played With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream. Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again Back to this common world so dull and vain, For thou wert weary of the sunless day, The heavy fields of scentless asphodel, The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A SISTER OF CHARITY by EDWIN GEORGE ALEXANDER STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD by BERNARD BARTON TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE THE DEATH-MASK OF JOHN CLARE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CROSSING AT FREDERICKSBURG by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |