LO! what a world I create for my own, my lovers. As the moonbeams in winter gliding along the forest-glades reveal the beauty of the trees—the hushed soft masses of light and darkness, the mysterious depths, the thousand fairy outlines—all merged and blent in one serene Presence; As a figure dimly seen, from glade to glade, from perspective to perspective, through the wilderness wanders content—his soul with the forest-soul mated; So dear friends, dear lovers, through this world of mine that I weave for you here, methinks sometimes I see you moving. And I wait of you that in time you also spread worlds equally beautiful, more beautiful, for me, [Not in written words only, but in spoken words, or the mere sound of the voice or look of the face, and in beauties of body and limb and brain and heart, and in beauty of deed and action, and in a thousand ways,] Forest-glades and glooms where I in turn (as indeed already) may dwell and dream and be content, mated to the soul thereof. Thus, dear ones, building up these spheres of ourselves continually for the joyance of each other, it shall come about that at length We shall need no other world, no other worlds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON FRIEND by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE THE YOUNG BROTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EAST SIDE MOVING PICTURE THEATRE - SUNDAY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |