I know not if from uncreated spheres Some longed-for ray it be that warms my breast, Or lesser light, in memory expressed, Of some once lovely face, that reappears, Or passing rumour ringing in my ears, Or dreamy vision, once my bosom's guest, That left behind I know not what unrest, Haply the reason of these wayward tears. But what I feel and seek, what leads me on, Comes not of me; nor can I tell aright Where shines the hidden star that sheds this light. Since I beheld thee, sweet and bitter fight Within me. Resolution have I none. Can this be, Master, what thine eyes have done? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PORTRAIT SONNETS: 3 by HENRY BELLAMANN AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |