Child of no mortal birth, that yet doth live, Where loiterest thou, O blossom of our joy? Unsummon'd hence, dost thou, knowing all, forgive? Thy rainbow-rapture, doth it never cloy? O exquisite dream, dear child of our desire, On mounting wings flitt'st thou afar from here? We cannot reach thee who dost never tire, Sweet phantom of delight, appear, appear! How lovely thou must be, wrought in strange fashion From out the very breath and soul of passion . . . With eyes as proud as his, my lover, thy sire, When seeking through the twilight of my hair He finds the suddenly secret flame deep hidden there. Twin torches flashing into fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR THE UNGENTLE GUEST by ANACREON THE GUEST OF PHINEUS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MEANING OF IT ALL by EDWARD CARPENTER |