A MIGRANT from the waking world to sleep's Dusk kingdom, torn with alien anarchy, I enter, under a star-archèd sky, Blessing the heavenly mystery that keeps A planetary motion amid the deeps Around. Into profounder mystery I plunge, half bliss, half terror; I am I No more, but a mad wanderer between steeps Divinely pointing, and delirious caves, Brightness of morning and a cloud-draped gloom, Childhood's innocence and the cunning grave's Foul chemistry. Then the slow-swelling void Usurps all dreams, and fear limps from the room, Hastening lest Death should find him unemployed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ANDREA DEL SARTO (CALLED THE FAULTLESS PAINTER) by ROBERT BROWNING THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TWILIGHT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE |