From art, from nature, from the schools, Let random influences glance, Like light in many a shiver'd lance That breaks about the dappled pools. The lightest wave of thought shall lisp, The fancy's tenderest eddy wreathe, The slightest air of song shall breathe To make the sullen surface crisp. And look thy look, and go thy way, But blame not thou the winds that make The seeming-wanton ripple break, The tender-pencill'd shadow play. Beneath all fancied hopes and fears Ay me, the sorrow deepens down, Whose muffled motions blindly drown The bases of my life in tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD TEMPEST by ANITA CONCHITA ALLMON THE REEDS by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT A SONG OF SUN SETTING by JANE BARLOW ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES A TRANSCRIPTION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |