Over a large table, smooth, he leaned in ecstasies, In a dream. He had been to woods, and talked and walked with trees. Had left the world And brought back round globes and stone images, Of gems, colours, hard and definite. With these he played, in a dream, On the smooth table. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI THE ANNIVERSARY [ANNIVERSARIE] by JOHN DONNE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE CRACKED BELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |