AS over muddy shores a dragon flock Went, in an early age from ours discrete, Before the grim race found oblivion meet; And as Time harden'd into iron rock That unclean mud, and into clifls did lock The story of those terrifying feet With hooked claws and wrinkled scale complete, Till quarrying startles us with amaz'd shock: So there was something wont to pass along The plashy marge of early consciousness. Now the quagmires are turned to pavement strong; Those outer twilight regions bold I may Explore, - yet still I shudder with distress To find detested tracks of his old way | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON A PRAISE OF HIS LADY by JOHN HEYWOOD THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI RETURN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CAPTIVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |