Thy life hath touched the edges of my life, All glistening and moist with sunlit dew. They touched, they paused, -- then drifted wide apart, Each gleaming with a rare prismatic hue. 'Twas but a touch! the edges of a life Alone encolored with the rose, yet lo! Each fibre started into strange unrest, And then was stilled, lulled to a rhythmic flow. Perchance our spirits clasp on some fair isle, Bright with the sheen of reveries divine; Or list'ning to such strains as chant the stars, In purest harmony their tendrils twine. God grant our souls may meet in Paradise, After the mystery of life's sweet pain; And find the strange prismatic hues of earth Transmuted to the spotless light again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON THE MEETING OF THE WATERS by THOMAS MOORE |