I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face All radiant and unshadowed of distress, And as of old, in music measureless, I heard his golden voice and marked him trace Under the common thing the hidden grace, And conjure wonder out of emptiness, Till mean things put on beauty like a dress And all the world was an enchanted place. And then methought outside a fast locked gate I mourned the loss of unrecorded words, Forgotten tales and mysteries half said, Wonders that might have been articulate, And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds, And so I woke and knew that he was dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 7 by OMAR KHAYYAM UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE |