Now every thing that shadowy thought Lets peer with bedlam eyes at me From alleyways and thoroughfares Of cynic and ill memory Lifts a gaunt head, sullenly stares, Shuns me as a child has shunned A whizzing dragonfly that daps Above his mudded pond. Now bitter frosts, muffling the morn In old days, crunch the grass anew; There where the floods made fields forlorn The glinzy ice grows thicker through. The pollards glower like mummies when Thieves break into a pyramid, Inscrutable as those dead men With painted mask and balm-cloth hid; And all the old delight is cursed Redoubling present undelight. Splinter, crystal, splinter and burst; And sear no more with second sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE |