Would I had met you in my days of strength, Before my tide of life had turned, my Love; These lightning streaks, that come in fitful starts, Are not the great forked lightnings you deserve; Too many silver moons has my life worn Into an old thin rim, since I was born. What you deserve are those enchanted notes We sing in dreams at night; so pure and sweet That kings and queens sit down with bended heads, And listen with their crowns laid at their feet: Those songs that pass, without a voice on Earth, And perish in the brain that gives them birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS THOUGHTS IN A CATHEDRAL by RHYS CARPENTER THE CANDIDATE: INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS- THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS by GEORGE CRABBE |