When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose: -- Still may Time hold some golden space Where I'll unpack that scented store Of song and flo When children sleep, ere night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OUR LADY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DANGEROUS PASSING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ETERNAL BEAUTY by GRACE EVELYN BROWN SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |