I WILL of the waters of that stream Which borders on the Elysian shore; Lethe shall now efface my dream And love shall trouble me no more. When the young god first ambushed me I was not Wisdom's wary child, Past his air-castles I could not see, And all day long I dreamed and smiled. Now I have traveled the rocky path, The long, hard road he led me through, Stamped on my face is the pallor of wrath, And the bitterness I learned from you. Therefore, I drink of the fabled stream, The waters of sweet forgetfulness; Lethe shall wipe out the old dream And calm forever my deep distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |