@3IT COMES at will, but not my will -- A moment of well-being: From boding fear and bonding ill There is a perfect freeing.@1 No inmost bough in windless woods, No sylvan lake unbrushed by swallow, No dewdrop where old shadow broods And wasting noonday cannot follow, -- Could have of utter peace Such an unbroken lease As, at this moment, I -- So deep in peace I do not ask, or reason, why. No hearkener to the chorded shell That brought the Appollonian vision, Nor saint whose prayer-encompassed cell Gave, suddenly, on space elysian, -- Has been so wholly blest, Of mortal so divest, As, at this moment, I -- It is as one, if I should live, if I should die! No pilgrim when the Mecca-goal Unveiled to his rapt eyes and eager, No lover whose keen-watching soul At last saw ended Love's long leaguer, -- Knew rapture more supreme, (Lord of his dearest dream) Than, at this moment, I -- O Joy-with-Peace, in whose unfathomed depth I lie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 70 by BLISS CARMAN THE SUITOR by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IMMORTALITY by EFFIE SMITH ELY |