IN the groined alcoves of an ancient tower Amid a wealth of treasured tomes I found A little book, in choicest vellum bound: Therein a romance of such magic power It held me rapt through many a tranced hour; And then, the threads of interest all unwound, Abruptly closed. I searched that palace round, And for its mate still earth's preserves I scour. Perchance that was the whole? Then purposeless The pain of conflict, and the bitter doubt But half resolved; love in a dire distress, Deserted, baffled, with its joy left out. Could life so end, half told; its school so fail? Soul, soul, there is a sequel to thy tale! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART HYMN TO SCIENCE by MARK AKENSIDE ON A FOUNTAIN AND ITS ARCHITECT by PHILIP AYRES PHANTOM OF LIFE by VIOLET MCKAY BALL THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |