HIGH name of poet! -- sought in every age By thousands -- scarcely won by two or three, -- As with the thorns of this sad pilgrimage My bleeding feet are doom'd their war to wage, With awful worship I have bow'd to thee! And yet perchance it is not fate's decree, This mighty boon should be assign'd to me, My heart's consuming fever to assuage. -- Fountain of Poesy! that liest deep Within the bosom's innermost recesses, And rarely burstest forth to human ear, Break out! -- and, while profoundly magic sleep With pierceless veil all outward form oppresses, Let me the music of thy murmurs hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON MEN AND BOYS by KARL THEODORE KORNER THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE VIAL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |