Ah, wherefore, lonely, to and fro Flittest like the shades that go Pale wandering by the weedy stream? We, like they, are but a dream: Then dreams, and less, our miseries be; Yea, fear and sorrow, pain, despair Are but phantoms. But what plea Avails here? phantoms having power To make the heart quake and the spirit cower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |