IN my sage moments I can say, Come not near, But far in foreign regions stay, So that here A mind may grow again serene and clear. But the thought withers. Why should I Have fear to earn me Fame from your nearness, though thereby Old fires new burn me, And lastly, maybe, tear and overturn me! So I say, Come: deign again shine Upon this place, Even if unslackened smart be mine From that sweet face, And I faint to a phantom past all trace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG AN AUTUMNAL THOUGHT, 1795 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD RETREATS by CARRIE ADAMS BERRY EVENING SOLACE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE A CURSE FOR A NATION: THE CURSE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |