THE world was a wild and lonely place In olden times, my dear; All sorts of wonders came to pass And nobody was near. A wing-helmed, shouting Viking Strode up the pebbled shore, Where never the voice of an out-world man Had stirred the deeps before. A tongueless dwarf moaned in the wood; His little wife, too, was dumb; Nor even the priests of the mountain folk Could tell whence they had come. Though sagas and strange legendry Are piled at the heart of man, The world was wonderfuller yet Before the songs began! Witches and knights and whimsical folk Peopling the starry gales Alighted gently, one by one, And filled the world with tales. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EVE SPEAKS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SPIRIT OF '76 by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |