SOME prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,-- Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyre Blazed with momentous memorable fire;-- Who hath not yearned and fed his heart with these? Who, sleepless, hath not anguished to appease Tragical shadow's realm of sound and sight Conjectured in the lamentable night? ..... Lo! the soul's sphere of infinite images! What sense shall count them? Whether it forecast The rose-winged hours that flutter in the van Of Love's unquestioning unrevealed span,-- Visions of golden futures: or that last Wild pageant of the accumulated past That clangs and flashes for a drowning man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 17. THE BESTOWER by EDWIN ARNOLD DANTE AND ARIOSTO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE DANCE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BY THE CAMP FIRE by ADA CAMBRIDGE THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY DATE-TREE. A LAMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHANSON A BOIRE by CHARLES COTTON ON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE THOMAS EARL OF OSSORY by CHARLES COTTON |