WHENCE, O fragrant form of light, Hast thou drifted through the night, Swanlike, to a leafy nest, On the restless waves, at rest? Art thou from the snowy zone Of a mountain-summit blown, Or the blossom of a dream, Fashioned in the foamy stream? Nay, -- methinks the maiden moon, When the daylight came too soon, Fleeting from her bath to hide, Left her garment in the tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |