WHETHER, uplifting slow his dreamful head, He leaves a couch the fragrant pine has strown, Whether the dim, enchanted woods have known The sleeper's unimperiled velvet tread; Or whether, through some winding cavern led, That, like the shell, rings drear with ocean's moan, He wanders till the sea, wide, bright, and lone, Beneath his visionary eye is spread -- Whether awake, or still by slumber bound, Behold that shepherd with a world foregone, To hoard the white rays of a mystic Dawn, -- A listener to aerial silver sound, With subtle moonlight smile, devote, withdrawn, -- Behold Endymion, whom a Love unknown hath crowned! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN |