AFAR away the light that brings cold cheer Unto this wall,--one instant and no more Admitted at my distant palace-door. Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here. Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey That chills me: and afar, how far away, The nights that shall be from the days that were. Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign: And still some heart unto some soul doth pine, (Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring, Continually together murmuring,)-- "Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FOAM STRAY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE RIGHT MARY by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY PSALM 126 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |