DISTIL not poison in mine ears, Aerial Syrens! nor untie These sable fetters: yonder spheres Dance to a silent harmony. Could I but follow where you lead, Disrob'd of earth and plum'd by air, Then I my tenuous self might spread, As quick as fancy everywhere. But I'll make sallies now and then: Thus can my unconfined eye Take journey and return again; Yet on her crystal couch still lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |