O Merlin in your crystal cave Deep in the diamond of the day, Will there ever be a singer Whose music will smooth away The furrow drawn by Adam's finger Across the memory and the wave? Or a runner who'll outrun Man's long shadow driving on, Break through the gate of memory And hang the apple on the tree? Will your magic ever show The sleeping bride shut in her bower, The day wreathed in its mound of snow and Time locked in his tower? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THESEUS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A POSTSCRIPT by BERNARD BARTON UNTEACHABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A SUMMER IN TUSCANY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |