"Worn with toil and spent, With many a painful step to other shrines." —@3Eumenides:@1 POTTER'S Translation. WHEN first with morning step we roam, What magic dreams beguile Our search to find a fairy home, A fabled isle! Ere noon we have relinquished all Such dreams, and turned apart To seek a chamber in the wall Of one poor heart. And then a humbler hostelry Befits us, travel sore, Where never enters Memory, So low the door: A cave of silence, strewn with cloud, To baffle Sorrow's feet, Secure alike from thunder loud Or pulse's beat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM GETTING A PURCHASE by KAREN SWENSON THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY |