I know a pool where nightshade preens Her poisonous fruitage in the moon; Where the frail aspen her shadow leans In midnight cold a-swoon. I know a meadow flat with gold -- A million million burning flowers In moon-sun's thirst their buds unfold Beneath his blazing showers. I saw a crazed face, did I, Stare from the lattice of a mill, While the lank sails clacked idly by High on the windy hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE JESTER'S SERMON by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |