SWEET are the thoughts that haunt the poet's brain Like rainbow-fringed clouds, through which some star Peeps in bright glory on a shepherd swain; They sweep along and trance him; sweeter far Than incense trailing up an out-stretched chain From rocking censer; sweeter too they are Than the thin mist which rises in the gale From out the slender cowslip's bee-scarred breast. Their delicate pinions buoy up a tale Like brittle wings, which curtain in the vest Of cobweb-limbed ephemeræ, that sail In gauzy mantle of dun twilight dressed, Borne on the wind's soft sighings, when the spring Listens all evening to its whispering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM by EDGAR ALLAN POE ZOLA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |