O DEEPER than the noontide seems when blue, Conceived as of yet finer woof than air, Where, as clouds form, folk cherished, moments rare, Fitfully gleam and pass..romance all true, Yet never real enough; thou wild deceit, Drug us till we, no longer what we are, Love as we loved! ..Reluming star by star Night falls and tears with thy far glances meet. Thou dream of dreams, which most we can retrieve And least forget! for thee, dramatic truth Drapes in fresh silks the tragedy of youth. Yet as they act, our eyes, once blind, perceive Much those performers are too fond to note Till phantom sobs catch in a shrivelled throat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |