I have lived in the underworld so long: How can you, a creature of light, Without terror understand the song And unmoved hear what moves in night? I am a spirit that yours has found, Strange, undelightful, obscure, Created by some other God, and bound In terrible darkness, breathing breath impure. Creature of light and happiness, Deeper the darkness was when you, With your bright terror eddying the distress, Grazed the dark waves and shivering further flew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MY FATHER by WILLIAM SYDNEY GRAHAM POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS |