I am the Magic Master, The mighty twilight weaver; Before my tent the vision In youthful splendour dances, From mountains tinged with jasper Bring I the sunlight glowing, From forest tinged with dusk light Bring I the moonlight lantern. My magic is my dreaming, My dreaming is my loving; I know the warm Sahara, I know the cool Alaska, I know the rose hued peri Before my couch in Heaven; I climb the golden stairways Within my ears the singing Of angels crowned with haloes, Before my eyes the laurel Ye give the wizard dying. At Camelot with Merlin, With Israfel in Heaven, Among the dusky minstrels In fields of waving cotton Learned I the gift of magic; And now that day is dying I watch my star descending -Into the deathless river, For now I know that magic Will live beyond the starlight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |