THIS living world seems dazed and submarine, Drenched in the lunar splendour of the night, And, like owls' golden eyes, are sparkling bright Stars thro' the beechen boughs that intervene; And down this vitreous wilderness of green Thy pale fantastic shade, O false delight, Importunately challenges the flight Of feebler fancies, cool and mild and mean. Dream, I forbade thy presence here with me! Hot shade, I drave thee from my paradise! Delight, thou shouldst enslave my heart no more! But, in this glassy night of reverie, Thou hast rent the daylight artifice of lies! Tyrannic dream, entrance me as before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPIGRAM ON WOMAN by PHILIP AYRES TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS O FOR A SOUL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |