UNCONSCIOUS child, fair pictured Phantasy! More than thy song I from those lips have heard, More than thy thought have guessed in look and word, More than thyself mine eyes adore in thee! Thou art the promise of Earth's joy to be,— Days to our days by Fate how far preferred! By stranger loveliness more softly stirred, By purer passions taught tranquillity. Nay, hoped I not thro' Death's swift-soaring ways Mine own poor self some glory unknown to know,— If, slowly darkening from delightful days, I to mere night must gird myself and go,— Then on thy face I should not dare to gaze For wild rebellion and for yearning woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS SPRING IS NOT THE ASH by MARVIN BARRETT MY GARDEN by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO LABOR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |