AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that, And also you are living after; And the memory I started at -- My starting moves your laughter! I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world, no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about: For there I picked up on the heather And there I put inside my breast A moulted feather, an eagle-feather! Well, I forget the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12. A RENUNCIATION by THOMAS CAMPION WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON WINTER WITH THE GULF STREAM by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE ENAMEL GIRL by GENEVIEVE TAGGARD TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |