Over a large table, smooth, he leaned in ecstasies, In a dream. He had been to woods, and talked and walked with trees. Had left the world And brought back round globes and stone images, Of gems, colours, hard and definite. With these he played, in a dream, On the smooth table. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS VERSES FOR A GUEST ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |