I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face All radiant and unshadowed of distress, And as of old, in music measureless, I heard his golden voice and marked him trace Under the common thing the hidden grace, And conjure wonder out of emptiness, Till mean things put on beauty like a dress And all the world was an enchanted place. And then methought outside a fast locked gate I mourned the loss of unrecorded words, Forgotten tales and mysteries half said, Wonders that might have been articulate, And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds, And so I woke and knew that he was dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE SOTTO VOCE; TO EDWARD THOMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A SPRING CAROL by ALFRED AUSTIN |