THE starbeam lights, a touch, a breath, On a rover in midnight mood, In rapture with his houseless heath, Warm furze-perfume, stern mountain-wreath Of pines, and a water-music beneath, And shades that lived before Stonehenge stood. That far-spent patient messenger still Woos him with sigh-soft hand, Appeals through endlessness until Response awakes with as deep a thrill As when dawn's gale of splendour shrill Storms with young force the general land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DELICACIES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN THE END OF THE SUNSET TRAIL by ALMA C. BINGHAM |