O, wast thou with me, dearest, then, While I rose up against my doom, And yearn'd to burst the folded gloom, To bare the eternal heavens again, To feel once more, in placid awe, The strong imagination roll A sphere of stars about my soul, In all her motion one with law? If thou wert with me, and the grave Divide us not, be with me now, And enter in at breast and brow, Till all my blood, a fuller wave, Be quicken'd with a livelier breath, And like an inconsiderate boy, As in the former flash of joy, I slip the thoughts of life and death; And all the breeze of Fancy blows, And every dewdrop paints a bow, The wizard lightnings deeply glow, And every thought breaks out a rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WITHERED ROSE by PHILIP AYRES POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE A PIPE OF TOBACCO (MR. POPE'S STYLE IMITATED) by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE |