AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that, And also you are living after; And the memory I started at -- My starting moves your laughter! I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world, no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about: For there I picked up on the heather And there I put inside my breast A moulted feather, an eagle-feather! Well, I forget the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON |