I WILL of the waters of that stream Which borders on the Elysian shore; Lethe shall now efface my dream And love shall trouble me no more. When the young god first ambushed me I was not Wisdom's wary child, Past his air-castles I could not see, And all day long I dreamed and smiled. Now I have traveled the rocky path, The long, hard road he led me through, Stamped on my face is the pallor of wrath, And the bitterness I learned from you. Therefore, I drink of the fabled stream, The waters of sweet forgetfulness; Lethe shall wipe out the old dream And calm forever my deep distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE-FIELD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE O MORS! QUAM AMARA EST MEMORIA TUA HOMINI PACEM HABENTI by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA |