BY a wall the stranger now calls his, Was born of old a particular kiss, Without forethought in its genesis; Which in a trice took wing on the air. And where that spot is nothing shows: There ivy calmly grows, And no one knows What a birth was there! That kiss is gone where none can tell - Not even those who felt its spell: It cannot have died; that know we well. Somewhere it pursues its flight, One of a long procession of sounds Travelling aethereal rounds Far from earth's bounds In the infinite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY MOON OF LOVELINESS by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |