I feel the gentle dimness of a light Which reached the shadowed heart and left it gay, That made bright flowers grow in homely clay, And brushed the rolling, film-swept clouds in flight. I see the fleeing word, which erudite Had scorned, upraised to grandeur, thus to flay The careless handlers of such precious play Of syllable and thought, where he found height. Ah, quiet hand that touched uncolored mood And roused it to a conflagration, burned By deep and tensest feeling, may your swift And steadied words, like sharp-cut gems, subdued, When caught by light, inspire the blind, unlearned, And show them, stumbling, how to lift, to lift! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT CAVE TALK by JOSEPH WARREN BEACH |