I am haunted by wonderful places – And not by human faces; My only ghosts, by day or night, Are Nature's own, of sound or sight. I see again the hollow, deep and round, Filled with a murmuring sound; Where Summer sent her flowers, with bees And humming-birds to play with these. Again, and still again, I dream How Colorado's stream Squeezed his huge body through A narrow gorge, and never knew That Heaven's thunder Was but a whisper to his own down under. Again I see the mighty leap Made by the wild Pacific deep At Rarotonga, off a coral bed – With his own mist to hide his face and head. I am haunted by wonderful places – And not by human faces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS LOST THREADS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SONG OF THE BEASTS by RUPERT BROOKE |