THE LILY I BEND above the moving stream, And see myself in my own dream, -- Heaven passing, while I do not pass. Something divine pertains to me, Or I to it; -- reality Escapes me on this liquid glass. SOLITUDE The changeful clouds that float or poise on high, Emblem earth's night and day of history: Renew'd for ever, evermore to die. Thy life-dream is thy fleeting loveliness; But mine is concentrated consciousness, A life apart from pleasure or distress. The grandeur of the Whole Absorbs my soul, While my caves sigh o'er human littleness. THE LILY Ah, Solitude, Of marble Silence fit abode! I do prefer my fading face, My loss of loveliness and grace, With cloud-dreams ever in my view; Also the hope that other eyes May share my rapture in the skies, And, if illusion, feel it true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN YEARS OLD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GRATITUDE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 43. FAREWELL TO JULIET (5) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |