WERE but my spirit loosed upon the air, -- By some High Power who could Life's chains unbind, Set free to seek what most it longs to find, -- To no proud Court of Kings would I repair: I would but climb, once more, a narrow stair, When day was wearing late, and dusk was kind; And one should greet me to my failings blind, Content so I but shared his twilight there. Nay! well I know he waits not as of old, -- I could not find him in the old-time place, -- I must pursue him, made by sorrow bold, Through worlds unknown, in strange Celestial race, Whose mystic round no traveller has told, From star to star, until I see his face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW BAROMETER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD HYMN WRITTEN IN DESPONDENCY by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 32. EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE NIGHT JOURNEY by RUPERT BROOKE IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |