WITHIN thy crystal depths I see A figure semblable of me, But no more me than I am one With the brute rock I rest upon; For how may brow or eye reveal The infinites wherewith I deal? Nay, I will break thee, mirror mine! The unseen inward is divine, The outward body but a bowl That covers in the mounting soul. If any one would truly know What manner of man I come and go, Not flesh alone, but blood and breath, Lo, Lear, Lord Hamlet and Macbeth! Poor mummer, I must shatter thee, Since thou dost bear false tales of me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING DREAMS (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE FAIRY KING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CASTLES IN THE AIR by JAMES BALLANTYNE |