O HEAR the secret word I cannot say, And comprehend the prayer I cannot pray; Read Thou the broken poem of my pain, Divine the motive of my music vain, And know the colour never artist knew My crazy imageries yearn unto: O God, of Whom I am the clouded Gleam, Art Thou indeed the Dream I cannot dream? Then fall like sleep upon mine aching eyes, And hush my lips whose very truths are lies. O Love and Lover, light this gloaming chill; Say: "Throughly do I know thee. Peace, be still!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 110 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |