No more my Visionary Soul shall dwell On Joys that were! No more endure to weigh The Shame and Anguish of the evil Day, Wisely forgetful! O'er the Ocean swell Sublime of Hope I seek the cottag'd Dell, Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray, And dancing to the moonlight Roundelay The Wizard Passions weave an holy Spell. Eyes that have ach'd with Sorrow! Ye shall weep Tears of doubt-mingled Joy, like theirs who start From Precipices of distemper'd Sleep, On which the fierce-eyed Fiends their Revels keep, And see the rising Sun, & feel it dart New Rays of Pleasance trembling to the Heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON SUMMER DAYS by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY |