SOFT! Stand away! those features—Do not stir! Be breathless if thou canst!... The trembling ray Of some approaching thought, I know not what, Gleams on my darkened mind. It will be here Directly: now I feel it growing, growing, Like a man's shadow, when the sun floats slowly Through the white border of a baffled cloud: And now the pale conception furls and thickens. 'Tis settled,—Yes—Beroe!—How dare thy cheek Be wan and withered as a wrinkling moon Upon the tumbled waves? Why camest thou here? I dreamt of thee last night, as thou wert once, But I shall never dream of thee again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA by ANDREW LANG BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE IMPROVISATORE: RODOLPH THE WILD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |