SITTING one day beside the banks of Mole, Whose sleepy stream by passages unknown Conveys the fry of all her finny shoal, As of the fisher she were fearful grown; I thought upon the various turns of time, And sudden changes of all human state; The fear mix'd pleasures of all such as climb To fortunes merely by the hand of fate, Without desert. Then weighing inly deep The griefs of one whose nearness makes him mine, Wearied with thoughts, the leaden god of sleep With silken arms of rest did me entwine: While such strange apparitions girt me round, As need another Joseph to expound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MASSACRE OF THE MACPHERSON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE BURIAL-MARCH OF THE DUNDEE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |