"Why do you seek the sun, In your Bubble-Crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist, Your crown will have an ending." "Nay, sun is but a Bubble, Earth is a whiff of Foam -- To my caves on the coast of Thule Each night I call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels And Loves blow forth to men -- They break and turn to nothing And I make them whole again: On the crested waves of chaos I ride them back reborn: New stars I bring at evening For those that burst at morn: My soul is the wind of Thule And evening is the sign, The sun is but a Bubble, A fragile child of mine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) ODE ON THE SPRING by THOMAS GRAY AFTER THE WAR by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |