IT seems a dream the infant love that tamed my truant will, But 'twas a dream of happiness, And I regret it still! Its images are part of me, A very part of mind -- Feelings and fancies beautiful In purity combined! Time's sunset lends a tenderer tinge To what those feelings were, Like the cloud-mellow'd radiance Which evening landscapes bear: They wedded are unto my soul, As light is blent with heat, Or as the hallowed confluence Of air with odours sweet. Though she, the spirit of that dream, Lacks of the loveliness Young fancy robed her in, yet I May hardly love her less: Even when as in my boyish time I nestled by her side, Her ever gentle impulses Thorrow my being glide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN ON A HEATH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY THOUGHTS OF PHENA AT NEWS OF HER DEATH by THOMAS HARDY OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |