WHO made me an immortal in the night? Who took from me my former shape, and left Only the essence? Here am I, bereft Of all stability, .... a thread of light, .... A strain of music, ... wandering wind, ... a flight Of wild rose petals! What strange creature, deft With magic charms, my mortal being cleft, And let me free, all tremulous and bright? Oh, is it love? I barely feel your smile, So faint it is; but some day I shall know How you have loosed me. In a little while, After life's wind has blown me to and fro, I shall come back and beg the charm again, When the mad sun's clear face is dimmed with rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |