Rich raptures, you say, our dreams assume, Slaking the heart's immortal thirst? Only the old we reillume; But think—to have dreamed the flowers first! Think,—to have dreamed the first blue sea; Imaged every illustrious hue Of the earliest sunset's tapestry; And the snow,—and the birds, when their songs were new! Think,—from the blue of highest heaven To have sown all the stars, to have whispered "Light!"— Hung a moon in a prismy even, Spun a world on its splendid flight! To have first conceived of boundless Space; To have thought so small as to garb the trees; All planet years in your mind's embrace,— And the midge's life, for all of these! And Man still boasts of his brain's weak best In dream or invention; from first to last Blunders 'mid wonders barely guessed, And fondly believes that his thoughts are "vast"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A POETICAL EPISTLE TO A TAILOR by ROBERT BURNS DON JUAN: CANTO 14 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LINES ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST FROM K.M., BEFORE HER MARRIAGE by THOMAS CAMPBELL |