I am haunted by wonderful places – And not by human faces; My only ghosts, by day or night, Are Nature's own, of sound or sight. I see again the hollow, deep and round, Filled with a murmuring sound; Where Summer sent her flowers, with bees And humming-birds to play with these. Again, and still again, I dream How Colorado's stream Squeezed his huge body through A narrow gorge, and never knew That Heaven's thunder Was but a whisper to his own down under. Again I see the mighty leap Made by the wild Pacific deep At Rarotonga, off a coral bed – With his own mist to hide his face and head. I am haunted by wonderful places – And not by human faces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ASPECTA MEDUSA by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |