How can he unenraptured stand Who marvelously may command Seven suns in either hand? Turning on a twisted thread, Constellations green and red Float above his placid head, And as he walks, each hollow ball, A bobbing planet smooth and small, Must with his motion rise and fall. He who for silver would possess Cheaply a private world, no less, To satisfy his happiness, Wholly his own to loose or bind, May with this merchant quickly find The bubble brightest to his mind; Then, having bought, may watch it go Slowly to nothing, and may know, Seeing it shrink, all worlds are so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY S. JAMES BP. OF JERUSALEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BUFFALO TRAIL by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |