In the frost-grown city of Falias lit by the falling stars I have seen the ravens flying like banners of old wars— I have seen the snow-white ravens amid the ice-green spires Seeking the long-lost havens of all old lost desires. O winged desire and broken, once nested in my heart, Canst thou, there, give a token, that, even now, thou art? From bitter war defeated thou too hadst flight afar, When all my joy was cheated ere set of Morning Star. Call loud; O ancient Moirias, who dwellest in that place, Tell me if lost in Falias my old desire hath grace? If now a snow-white raven it haunts the silent spires For the old impossible haven 'mid the old auroral fires? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A SISTER OF CHARITY by EDWIN GEORGE ALEXANDER AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |