I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their cloudy-footed wandering In the unpopulous air; this magic seems Indeed a key unlocking crystal doors That whiten on the unopening mountain-side, But I can set the gates of treasure wide, Beyond the last land where the last sea roars. I have a kingdom under my command More than the kingdom of these fantasies; The shadow of the world darkens my eyes, And I see clear in the shadow; on my hand I wear the little ring which, waked to fire, Calls up the lower powers made serviceable; And earth and time and space and heaven and hell Blossom to be the flower of my desire. I have come out of the bewildering mists, For I have learned a more excelling art; The world is a pulsation of my heart, In me the beauty of the world exists. O what is this that like a torrent streams In widening waves of living light that pierce The dark of the transfigured universe? I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UNCHANGING THEME by FLORENCE BROOKS TWILIGHT TIME by MILDRED SOUTHWORTH BRYAN THE TOYS' COMPLAINT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |