SOMETHING do I see Above the fog that sheets the mead, A figure like to life indeed, Moving along with spectre-speed, Seen by none but me. O the vision keen! - Tripping along to me for love As in the flesh it used to move, Only its hat and plume above The evening fog-fleece seen. In the day-fall wan, When nighted birds break off their song, Mere ghostly head it skims along, Just as it did when warm and strong, Body seeming gone. Such it is I see Above the fog that sheets the mead - Yea, that which once could breathe and plead! - Skimming along with spectre-speed To a last tryst with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN A MAY NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION THE HOPELESS PASSION by BERTON BRALEY QUEEN BERTHA by PHILIPPE-SIRICE BRIDEL ELEGY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO MY HONOURED FRIEND MR. DRAYTON; AFFIXED TO 'POLYOLBION' by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |