@2W@1HILE on my bed I lay, watching the night, A sudden something flashed about the room, At brilliant battle with the giant gloom, Pulsating vividly,—a point of light; A brigand with a bosom; a roving knight Of old Romance, ready to reassume The quest of Roland, and challenge Roland's doom In the dead Dark;—a firefly, fleet and bright. So darts a tireless thought about my mind,— Luminous, magic, passionate with joy, Scourging and slaying the melancholy drove That fear its power, as the dust the wind; Within its heart of fire a wingéd boy Compelling, and his radiant name is Love. |