I, TRUSTING that the truly sweet Would still be sweetly found the true, Sang, darkling, taught by heavenly heat, Songs which were wiser than I knew. To the unintelligible dream That melted like a gliding star, I said: 'We part to meet, fair Gleam! You are eternal, for you @3are@1.' To Love's strange riddle, fiery writ In flesh and spirit of all create, 'Mocker,' I said, 'of mortal wit, Me you shall not mock. I can wait.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |