HIGH name of poet! -- sought in every age By thousands -- scarcely won by two or three, -- As with the thorns of this sad pilgrimage My bleeding feet are doom'd their war to wage, With awful worship I have bow'd to thee! And yet perchance it is not fate's decree, This mighty boon should be assign'd to me, My heart's consuming fever to assuage. -- Fountain of Poesy! that liest deep Within the bosom's innermost recesses, And rarely burstest forth to human ear, Break out! -- and, while profoundly magic sleep With pierceless veil all outward form oppresses, Let me the music of thy murmurs hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY SISTER'S SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR TITA'S TEARS; A FANTASY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 56. AL-WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD |