I PITIED one whose tattered dress Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; He smiled on me; I could not guess The viewless spirit's wide domain. He said, "The royal robe I wear Trails all along the fields of light: Its silent blue and silver bear For gems the starry dust of night. "The breath of Joy unceasingly Waves to and fro its folds starlit, And far beyond earth's misery I live and breathe the joy of it." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON |