AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things: Your wind-blown tresses round me play, Your bosom's gentle murmurings. And far away our faces met As on the verge of the vast spheres: And in the night our cheeks were wet, I could not say with dew or tears. O gate by which I entered in! O face and hair! O lips and eyes! Through you again the world I win, How far away from Paradise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE DISAPPOINTED TENDERFOOT by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL |