I Rest me with Chinese colours, For I think the glass is evil. II The wind moves above the wheat -- With a silver crashing, A thin war of metal. I have known the golden disc, I have seen it melting above me. I have known the stone-bright place, The hall of clear colours. III O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours! O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive, Why am I warned? Why am I sent away? Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust? O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold! O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY TO ARCADY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF BEATRICE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF DR. LLOYD (2) by VINCENT BOURNE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 3 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |