LIKE to some dreaming and unworldly child Who sits at sunset in the mist of hope, When all the windows of the west lie ope, Flooding the air with splendour undefiled, And sees, by fancy in a trance beguiled, An angel mount the perilous burning slope, Winning the opal and the sapphire cope, And laughs for very joy and yearning wild; -- So I, in whose awakening spirit Love Rules uninvited, not to be controlled, Am happiest when I struggle not, but hold My windows open and my heart above, Watching, with soul not bowed nor overbold, The stately air with which his footsteps move. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS DECEMBER'S GIFT by DEBRA BRUCE |