Delicate omens traced in air To the lone bard true witness bare; Birds with auguries on their wings Chanted undeceiving things Him to beckon, him to warn; Well might then the poet scorn To learn of scribe or courier Hints writ in vaster character; And on his mind, at dawn of day, Soft shadows of the evening lay. For the prevision is allied Unto the thing so signified; Or say, the foresight that awaits Is the same Genius that creates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE DAY: MORNING by JOHN CUNNINGHAM THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 34. MUTABILITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |