DEAR, if my secret wishes could have wings And you had need of aught for happiness, How would I fly to gather costly things In lands afar and blue seas fathomless! What buried gems; what long-drowned argosies; What secrets shut in passionate lute-strings; What dust of martyrs agonised in bliss; What broken sceptres in the hands of Kings! How would I fashion these for your delight In tales of grief and love for ever young, Till you too dreamed: But that my sluggard wit Falters and time is heavy on my tongue, And that you scorn all dreams but the sole right Of your soul's truth triumphant over wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ABBEY ASAROE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |