AMIRROR faced a mirror: O thy word, Thou lord of images, did lodge in me, Locked to my heart, homing from home, a bird, A carrier, bound for thee. Thy migratory greatness, greater far For that return, returns; now grow divine By endlessness my visiting thoughts, that are Those visiting thoughts of thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |