Why am I first in thy so sad regard, O twilight gazing from I know not where? I fear myself as one more than I guessed! Am I instead of one so very fair? -- That thou art sorrowful and I oppressed? High in the isolating air, Over the inattentive moon, Two birds sail on great wings, And vanish soon. (And they leave the north sky bare!) The far-felt solitudes that harbor night, Wake to the singing of the wood-bird's fright. By invocation, O wide silentness, Thy spirit and my spirit pass in air! They are unmemoried consciousness, Nor great nor less! And thou art here and I am everywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL THE IDEA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON MEMORIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |