THE might that shaped itself through storm and stress In chaos, here is lulled in breathing sweet; Under the long brown ridge in gentleness Its fierce old pulses beat. Quiet and sad we go at eve; the fire That woke exultant in an earlier day Is dead; the memories of old desire Only in shadows play. We liken love to this and that; our thought The echo of a deeper being seems: We kiss, because God once for beauty sought Within a world of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |