I am engulfed, and drown deliciously Soft music like a perfume, and sweet light Golden with audible odours exquisite, Swathe me with cerements for eternity. Time is no more. I pause and yet I flee. A million ages wrap me round with night. I drain a million ages of delight. I hold the future in my memory. Also I have this garret which I rent, This bed of straw, and this that was a chair, This worn-out body like a tattered tent, This crust, of which the rats have eaten part, This pipe of opium; rage, remorse, despair; This soul at pawn and this delirious heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FRAGMENT, ON THE BACK OF THE POET'S MS. OF CANTO I OF 'DON JUAN' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ROME. AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY by THOMAS HARDY THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |