Life gallops by like a mad horse— But I sit by the window, and dream. ... I dream of still marble oceans, like giant sarcophagi, Bordered with alabaster trees, whose ebony shadows Cut fantastic caves across their bosoms. Life howls like a wild hurricane— But I sit by the window and dream. ... I dream of vast solitary skies, like sapphire deserts, Where dead black moons and dead black stars Squat in echoless eternity. Life sings like a drunken bird, But I sit by the window and dream. ... I dream of her dead eyes. ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE IVORY GATE; THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 117 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 3. YOUTH by BERTON BRALEY IN THE KING'S ENGLISH by BERTON BRALEY ON A CATARACT; FROM A CAVERN NEAR THE SUMMIT OF A MOUNTAIN PRECIPICE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |