"How clean forgotten, how remote and dead, Those days and dreams that were of old so dear! How lost and nought and wholly vanished The prayers and joys, the passion and the fear! O soul at gaze! as with sun-litten head The emergent diver scans the darkling mere; Or aëronaut descries and scorns outspread On pigmy scale the enormous planisphere." "Nay, nay," I cried,—"one streak of cinnabar, One note of bird,—so waked the world for me! O Life that listened, Love that called from far, Man-heart that trembled at the bliss to be! When earth's poor orb presaged the extremest star,— Love from one drop divining all his sea." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LOST CHILD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WHIM ALLEY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE FROGS: THE FATAL OIL-FLASK by ARISTOPHANES THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG TO THE SHAH (2) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI |