IN my sage moments I can say, Come not near, But far in foreign regions stay, So that here A mind may grow again serene and clear. But the thought withers. Why should I Have fear to earn me Fame from your nearness, though thereby Old fires new burn me, And lastly, maybe, tear and overturn me! So I say, Come: deign again shine Upon this place, Even if unslackened smart be mine From that sweet face, And I faint to a phantom past all trace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 2. THE BAT by EDITH SITWELL AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE by MARIANNE MOORE TWICE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE |