If any vision should reveal Thy likeness, I might count it vain As but the canker of the brain; Yea, tho' it spake and made appeal To chances where our lots were cast Together in the days behind, I might but say, I hear a wind Of memory murmuring the past. Yea, tho' it spake and bared to view A fact within the coming year; And tho' the months, revolving near, Should prove the phantom-warning true, They might not seem thy prophecies, But spiritual presentiments, And such refraction of events As often rises ere they rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |