I think that when God made the bright, fair land, And lifted mountain peaks against the sky, He found one plat, unfinished, still at hand— One vacant space across the world did lie. And looking down on valley, plain and mead, Dimpling and fair beneath the new-born sun, This vacant space, His mighty will decreed Should be a dream apart—an only one. Then in the plastic clay His fingers traced Strange domes and towers, fantastic minarets, Hidden retreats with windings interlaced, Bastions upreared o'er elfin parapets. Just then the sunset let its curtain fall— Amber and jade and rose and orchid hued, Till the draped colors clinging to butte and wall Made a perpetual sunset in the solitude. 'Twas thus it happed this mystic marvel grew, Time's wonderland endowed beyond compare; I like to think, when all the world was new God thought of us, and shaped that beauty rare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |