THE Heavens are very wide: There is no god beside me— Stars on every side! I am as a crown Of stars, and I palpitate In the peace of love and hate, Looking down. On Athens my light I sing; There Theseus is a king—there Great order he doth bring: The city is fair! How he loved my golden hair! Now he loves Athens, and me, And Antiope. I am secret with the stars— There is no limit bars me; And no jealousy mars. I hear from my car The spheres singing, and to me Distinct comes from swish of the sea, Attica. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO M. I. (2) by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS VILLAGE LIGHTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN I WOULD I COULD DANCE by HELEN M. BROUGH OCTAVES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |