IDREAMT (no "dream" awake -- a dream indeed) A wrathful man was talking in the park: "Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need And leave us in the dark? "There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart In God, no love" -- his oratory here, Taking the paupers' and the cripples' part, Was broken by a tear. And then it seemed that One who did create Compassion, who alone invented pity, Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate, Out from the muttering city; Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass, Bent o'er the speaker close, saw the tear rise, And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass, In those impassioned eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN YEARS OLD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |