Rich raptures, you say, our dreams assume, Slaking the heart's immortal thirst? Only the old we reillume; But think—to have dreamed the flowers first! Think,—to have dreamed the first blue sea; Imaged every illustrious hue Of the earliest sunset's tapestry; And the snow,—and the birds, when their songs were new! Think,—from the blue of highest heaven To have sown all the stars, to have whispered "Light!"— Hung a moon in a prismy even, Spun a world on its splendid flight! To have first conceived of boundless Space; To have thought so small as to garb the trees; All planet years in your mind's embrace,— And the midge's life, for all of these! And Man still boasts of his brain's weak best In dream or invention; from first to last Blunders 'mid wonders barely guessed, And fondly believes that his thoughts are "vast"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER |