WHAT was it filled my youthful dreams, In place of Greek or Latin themes, Or beauty's wild, bewildering beams? Avitor? What visions and celestial scenes I filled with aerial machines, -- Montgolfier's and Mr. Green's! Avitor! What fairy tales seemed things of course! The rock that brought Sindbad across, The Calendar's own winged-horse! Avitor! How many things I took for facts, -- Icarus and his conduct lax, And how he sealed his fate with wax! Avitor! The first balloons I sought to sail, Soap-bubbles fair, but all too frail, Or kites, -- but thereby hangs a tail. Avitor! What made me launch from attic tall A kitten and a parasol, And watch their bitter, frightful fall? Avitor. What youthful dreams of high renown Bade me inflate the parson's gown, That went not up, nor yet came down? Avitor? My first ascent, I may not tell: Enough to know that in that well My first high aspirations fell, Avitor! My other failures let me pass: The dire explosions; and, alas! The friends I choked with noxious gas, Avitor! For lo! I see perfected rise The vision of my boyish eyes, The messenger of upper skies, Avitor! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL THE SCHOOL BOY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING THE CALM [CALME] by JOHN DONNE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |