O THOU whose fringed lids I gaze upon, Through whose dim brain the winged dreams are borne, Unroof the shrines of clearest vision, In honor of the silver-flecked morn; Long hath the white wave of the virgin light Driven back the billow of the dreamful dark. Thou all unwittingly prolongest night, Though long ago listening the poised lark, With eyes dropt downward through the blue serene, Over heaven's parapet the angels lean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CHINESE NIGHTINGALE; A SONG IN CHINESE TAPESTRIES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES |