Stars that in the darkness bloom Wither in the light; Dreams begotten of the gloom Take their morning flight. And, the gleam of fancy gone, From the current of the dawn Tidal memories are drawn To the coast of Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE |