The dreamer nods, and honeyed sleep His eyelids woo; his day is done. No more the vision burns his soul, But lives within his memory. Her shadow mantle Evening drops; The bee is drowsy on the vine; From heart of rose the pollen drips, And dripping blinds the fairy's eye. Across the surging tide of Night Comes reasonant the voice of God "Oh Love! -- True love is best of all; It lives... it lives beyond the years." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |