I BY ambition raised high, Oft did I Seek (though bruis'd with falls) to fly. When I saw the pomp of kings Plac'd above, I did love To draw near, and wish'd for wings. II All these joys which caught my mind Now I find To be bubbles, full of wind: Glow-worms, only shining bright When that we Blinded be By dark folly's stupid night. III Looking up then I did go To and fro, When indeed they were below: For now that mine eyes see clear, Fair no more Small and poor, Far beneath me they appear. IV But a nobler light I spy, Much more high Than that sun which shines i' th' sky: Since it's sight, all earthly things I detest; There to rest, Give, O give me the dove's wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ CORTEGE FOR ROSENBLOOM by WALLACE STEVENS THE MOCKING-BIRD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS by ANNE BRONTE GILBERT: 2. THE PARLOUR by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |