THEY float before my soul, the fair designs Which I would body forth to life and power, Like clouds, that with their wavering hues and lines Portray majestic buildings: -- dome and tower, Bright spire, that through the rainbow and the shower Points to th' unchanging stars; and high arcade, Far-sweeping to some glorious alter, made For holiest rites. Meanwhile the waning hour Melts from me, and by fervent dreams c'er-wrought, I sink. O friend! O linked with each high thought! Aid me, of those rich visions to detain All I may grasp; until thou see'st fulfilled, While time and strength allow, my hope to build For lowly hearts devout, but @3one@1 enduring fane! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON DEAR MINNA by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SORDELLO: BOOK 2 by ROBERT BROWNING THE INN ALBUM: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE by THOMAS CAMPBELL |