It was in a theater one day: The house was dark, the stage a-light, A living symphony at play, A fragile nymph, a woodland sprite. A phase of beauty set aside And framed into a brilliant sphere, A changing scintillating tide Of deep emotions blended here. A human flame of orange red, A whirling, twirling rhythmic wave, A pulsing, seething water bed, A deep and melancholy grave. A flitting phantom in the gloom, An old dead sorrow fanned to glow, The heart-break of a dying bloom, The agonizing tears that flow. A raging storm, oppressive air, A ghastly, shocking monotone. Thunderous drums, a vision rare, Divinely blended into one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE SCHOLARS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |