Explore the space of vision for a second, Then shut your lashes quickly: now remember The tiny symmetry you had not reckoned. The carven lane; the silhouetted timber; The house of sculptured ivory and beryl; The ruby chimney where smoke rises, circling; And there the lake, diminutive and sparkling, A burnished glass, with neither depth nor peril. Dismay upon the ground is lost in air: If one fly high, if one recapture clearly The space of vision lost to him too early, He sees that life is subtle, and is fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |