THERE was a glorious time At an epoch of my prime; Mornings beryl-bespread, And evenings golden-red; Nothing gray: And in my heart I said, 'However this chanced to be, It is too full for me, Too rare, too rapturous, rash, Its spell must close with a crash Some day!' The radiance went on Anon and yet anon, And sweetness fell around Like manna on the ground. 'I've no claim,' Said I, 'to be thus crowned: I am not worthy this: - Must it not go amiss? - Well ... let the end foreseen Come duly! - I am serene.' - And it came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL A SPINNING SONG by JOHN FRANCIS O'DONNELL LITTLE JESUS by FRANCIS THOMPSON PSALM 1; DONE INTO VERSE 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. MONTE CARLO by EDWARD CARPENTER |