THOUGHTS that from the soul come flowing, Like a fairy-haunted stream, With the light of spirit glowing, Living, speaking, form my theme. Thoughts of goodness, thoughts of gladness, Tending to a joyful end, Mingled, true, with mists of sadness,— But the night and morning blend. Through these pages there lie scattered Gems whose worth few eyes may see, Yet a vase, though small and shattered, If God will, shall hold the sea. Think the Poet not assumptuous, Howsoever few his years,— Even youth is not presumptuous When its pride is blent with tears. And remember, that the morning Comes before the sun's full ray,— This is but the Poet's dawning, Judge not harshly of his day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOUL'S SOLILOQUY by WENONAH STEVENS ABBOTT A STORM IN SUMMER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AFTER THE GALE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHARLES AVISON by ROBERT BROWNING TO THYRZA (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |