IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, As though with an awed sense of such ostent; And as I thought my spirit ranged on and on In footless traverse through ghast heights of sky, To the last chambers of the monstrous Dome, Where stars the brightest here to darkness die: Then, any spot on our own Earth seemed Home! And the sick grief that you were far away Grew pleasant thankfulness that you were near, Who might have been, set on some outstep sphere, Less than a Want to me, as day by day I lived unware, uncaring all that lay Locked in that Universe taciturn and drear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |