Dear is that picture for my childhood's sake, - The man asleep, so near to love or harm; The winged boy, that stays Armida's arm, The siren-girl, all hushed, lest he awake; While, in the background of that pictured tale, Sown with enchanted herbs, and clad with gloom, A sombre eminence o'erlooks the vale, A purple hill, where all my dreams found room: 'Tis strange, with how few touches of a brush, That painter's hand supplied, in life's fresh dawn, The mystic thoughts I loved! Sweet thoughts! deep-drawn, Far-destined; cherished still without a blush; Deep-drawn - from God's own founts of mystery; Far destined - for my soul must ever be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN ARCTIC VISION [JUNE 20, 1867] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN |