Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARMLESS LUXURY, by PHOEBE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Her skies, of whom I sing, are hung Last Line: The dreamers, who believe their dreams Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares | ||||||||
HER skies, of whom I sing, are hung With sad clouds, dropping saddest tears; Yet some white days, like pearls, are strung Upon the dark thread of her years. And as remembrance turns to slip Through fingers fond the treasures rare, Ever her thankful heart and lip Run over into song and prayer. With joys more exquisite and deep Than hers, she knows this good world teems, Yet only asks that she may keep The harmless luxury of dreams. Thankful that, though her life has lost The best it hoped, the best it willed, Her sweetest dream has not been crossed, Or worse -- but only half fulfilled. And that beside her still, to wile Her thought from sad and sober truth, Are Hope and Fancy, all the while Feeding her heart's eternal youth. And who shall say that they who close Their eyes to Hope and Fancy's beams, Are living truer lives than those, The dreamers, who believe their dreams | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY |
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