I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears; Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears. I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire; Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire. I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood; Here between sea and sea, in the fairy wood, I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude. Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea, I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree, And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |