I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn; Have watched neat clouds garmenting heaven's land, Flecking the sky like ladies on a lawn; Bought pearls in the mart and rare white laces Made by the harlot for the virgin's waist; I have seen cities, deserts; kissed dim faces; Dreamed in old temples; known the sea's harsh taste. And from the depths of coffered memory I give you these -- passions of little men, Knowing at last the untold part of me Like an old song heard once and lost, and then A wizened countenance, forgetting pain; A light, a twisted thought, a shattered brain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TURTLE SOUP by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WANDERING JEW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN STANZAS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |