You are a fragile and exclusive flower, From me apart, behind a greenhouse window; A star suspended in the heavens' bower, So near, and yet so far beyond the rainbow. You are the low, green shore of an island Across a gulf where I cannot be ferried; A cloudlet lingering atop a highland, Upon whose steeps my hopes are dead and buried. You were the object of a hopeless journey ... Along that path my footprints deep have perished; Not to be gained—the way to you too thorny; Not to be held, but always to be cherished. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH; 1677 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT ON H----YS FRIENDSHIP by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EMBRYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A SISTER OF SORROW: 2. WEEPING CROSS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |