LIKE a loose island on the wide expanse, Unconscious floating on the fickle sea, Herself her all, she lives in privacy; Her waking life as lonely as a trance, Doom'd to behold the universal dance, And never hear the music which expounds The solemn step, coy slide, the merry bounds, The vague mute language of the countenance. In vain for her I smooth my antic rhyme; She cannot hear it, all her little being Concentred in her solitary seeing -- What can she know of beauteous or sublime? And yet methinks she looks so calm and good, God must be with her in her solitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FLOATING HEARTS by GEORGE BRADFORD BARTLETT |