STRANGE powers unused like poison burn in me: Cruel quicksilver thro' my veins they creep. What hour will bring mine infelicity Some drowsy cup from the mild founts of sleep? Tired sieges of high castles never taken, Desires like great king-falcons never cast, Beautiful quests all wearily forsaken, Figure the fiery arras of the Past. The pale Dreams walk on the horizons grey: Like stars they tread the dawn with flaming feet: Their eyes for evermore are turned away. I heard their silver trumpets once entreat:— Low sighed the caitiff Voice: "They sound in vain. Let them go by. It is not worth the Pain." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL ONLY A BABY SMALL by MATTHIAS BARR |