I followed in the unfathomable dark Patterns of planets: saw the coasts of night Strewn with strange phosphor; fantasies of light In heaven's profound profusion; mistless; stark -- With mad imagination I could mark -- And printed on my inmost eye the sight Of fiery, countless fruit hung from that height On incandescent tree of blackest bark. You took my hand -- a finite act -- we stood Touching the silver infinite as one. So children, lost, bewildered in a wood Where the bright birds sing beautifully on Forget awhile the adjacent solitude, That of all things alone will not be gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE PARODY OF A SHROPSHIRE LAD by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |