It glimmers like a wakeful lake in the dusk narrowing room. Like drowning vague branches in its depth floats the gloom, The night shall shudder at its face by gleams of pallid light Whose hands build the broader day to break the husk of night. No shade shall waver there when your shadowless soul shall pass, The green shakes not the air when your spirit drinks the grass, So in its plashless water falls, so dumbly lies therein A fervid rose whose fragrance sweet lies hidden and shut within. Only in these bruised words the glass dim-showing my spirit's face, Only a little colour from a fire I could not race, To glimmer through eternal days like an enchanted rose, The potent dreamings of whose scent are wizard-locked beneath its glows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |