IN dream I saw a tiny manikin, Who went on stilts, with steps a yard apart White was his linen, and his dress was smart, But he was coarse and most unclean within. Yes, worthless inwardly, and full of sin; Worthy to seem outside was his great art, Of courage he discoursed, as from his heart, Defiant, stubborn, 'neath a veil but thin. "And know'st thou who he is? Come here and see!" So spake the dream-god, slily showing me Within a mirror's frame this vision then. The manikin before an altar stood, My love beside him, both said "Yes, they would," And thousand laughing devils cried "Amen!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON HIS RETURN FROM SPAIN by THOMAS WYATT ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |