So, when for an instant my friends (and I myself) appeared like insubstantial forms whirled to and fro in the world, now jostled against each other, now carried apart—the sport of the winds and the waves, and puppets moved by the tangled threads of chance: All at once the heavens opened, and I beheld, magnificent, serene— Like mountains in the morning towering over the earth, changeless, or changing only as the mountains change, [And Time and all the years were but a mist which rolled against them, Hiding, revealing, here an outline, there an outline, Here a ledge of blooming flowers, there a black and lowering crag]— That other world where the Sun shines for ever, Those other Forms that move not from their place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE |