GOD'S benison upon each happy day Dead now and gone! -- its gentle ghost our feet Doth follow, singing faintly; and how sweet -- Tenderly sweet, as through a luminous mist -- Its shadowy lips draw near us, to be kissed! And though they melt upon the yearning mouth Like fairy balm from some phantasmal south, Their touch is magic; and we feel the start As of an unsealed fountain, close at heart -- Till, warmed, restored, breathing a fine repose, Our innermost nature, wakening, glows anew; While, gemmed by sunset memory's radiant dew, Lo! the heart blossoms, like a Winter Rose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUNFLOWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS |