Now with the wistful days Of floating leaf and fallen bell, Of white spring blown away, I dream of Ariel, Bidding this earth farewell. No moth shall stray so light As he that fled between The shadows involute: Pale green 'twixt forest green, His cloak of mirth was seen. Nor winds shall tread So delicate the white wet grass Of morn, as he that sought The carven door, alas! I, mortal, could not pass. Though for a year and a day I prayed admission there. None saw him break his bonds -- Earth's gyves, for all they were Shimmering gossamer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH |