I DREAM'D that, with a passionate complaint, I wish'd me born amid God's deeds of might; And envied those who had the presence bright Of gifted Prophet and strong-hearted Saint, Whom my heart loves, and Fancy strives to paint. I turn'd, when straight a stranger met my sight, Came as my guest, and did awhile unite His lot with mine, and lived without restraint Courteous he was, and grave, -- so meek in mien, It seem'd untrue, or told a purpose weak Yet, in the mood, he could with aptness speak, Or with stern force, or show of feelings keen, Marking deep craft, methought, or hidden pride: -- Then came a voice, -- "St. Paul is at thy side." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS RAISING THE DEVIL; A LEGEND OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AUTUMN LOVE by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |