@2W@1AS it I who dreamed In the doubtful Dark That distant gleamed A kindling spark? Was it I who sought it And found its flame, And seized and brought it The way you came? Was it I who bowed And held the fire? Was it you whose proud Regard drew nigher? Was it your torch took Sudden light from mine, And your radiant look That I drank like wine? Or, did you pass Serene and still,— No smile, alas! On those lips so chill; Your torch unlit, And the Dark about,— Sole light in it Fast flickering out? Nay, dying not, Though its flame must be By fated lot Unpassed to thee; Though the Dark be dark, @3One@1 torch may prove A meeting-mark In the Endless, love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST AFTER THE WINTER by CLAUDE MCKAY SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BIRDS: THE BIRDS' LIFE by ARISTOPHANES |