Beware to sleep unroofed beneath the moon; There is a spirit blindness which descends Upon the senses. Daylight beauty ends, Making a drab procession ... noon to noon. So I, upon a silver wind-cusped dune One magic night, was struck without amends, Knowing my fate and all that it portends; Now life lies mute, an untranslated rune. Now people come and go, and sunsets fade, Dawns bloom and other moons slip down the sky; My vision failed on that one argent night With moonlight for a deathless accolade. I am as one who has essayed too high, Beheld the Grael, and lost by it all sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER |