Beware to sleep unroofed beneath the moon; There is a spirit blindness which descends Upon the senses. Daylight beauty ends, Making a drab procession ... noon to noon. So I, upon a silver wind-cusped dune One magic night, was struck without amends, Knowing my fate and all that it portends; Now life lies mute, an untranslated rune. Now people come and go, and sunsets fade, Dawns bloom and other moons slip down the sky; My vision failed on that one argent night With moonlight for a deathless accolade. I am as one who has essayed too high, Beheld the Grael, and lost by it all sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATER IN EXTREMIS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |