WIT, weight, or wealth there was not In anything that was said, In anything that was done; All was of scope to cause not A triumph, dazzle, or dread To even the subtlest one, My friend, To even the subtlest one. But there was a new afflation -- An aura zephyring round That care infected not: It came as a salutation, And, in my sweet astound, I scarcely witted what Might pend, I scarcely witted what. The hills in samewise to me Spoke, as they grayly gazed, -- First hills to speak so yet! The thin-edged breezes blew me What I, though cobwebbed, crazed. Was never to forget, My friend, Was never to forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS S. BARNABAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE PAVANE by DORIS ELLEN BIESTERFELD SONG: THE DEATH OF THE ROSE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BEFORE THE RAIN by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |