THEY float before my soul, the fair designs Which I would body forth to life and power, Like clouds, that with their wavering hues and lines Portray majestic buildings: -- dome and tower, Bright spire, that through the rainbow and the shower Points to th' unchanging stars; and high arcade, Far-sweeping to some glorious alter, made For holiest rites. Meanwhile the waning hour Melts from me, and by fervent dreams c'er-wrought, I sink. O friend! O linked with each high thought! Aid me, of those rich visions to detain All I may grasp; until thou see'st fulfilled, While time and strength allow, my hope to build For lowly hearts devout, but @3one@1 enduring fane! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD |