Life gallops by like a mad horse— But I sit by the window, and dream. ... I dream of still marble oceans, like giant sarcophagi, Bordered with alabaster trees, whose ebony shadows Cut fantastic caves across their bosoms. Life howls like a wild hurricane— But I sit by the window and dream. ... I dream of vast solitary skies, like sapphire deserts, Where dead black moons and dead black stars Squat in echoless eternity. Life sings like a drunken bird, But I sit by the window and dream. ... I dream of her dead eyes. ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO A WESTERN BOY by WALT WHITMAN TO MRS. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GOD AND HIS MARTYRS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SCARECROW by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |