There is a madness out of wonder born, And out of madness comes a parching thirst; So I who wandered stricken and forlorn Was like a dreamer with his dream accursed. And still I dreamt, and thought my heart would burst With the great wonder of this world to share. And then I saw a maid, that she was fair. And wonder now is budding like the rose, And wonder now is waxing like the sea, And what may come no necromancer knows, For what has never been, at last shall be. Eternal lips have leaned to whisper me The song which makes a deathless world the way Of decking lovers for their golden day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE SALZBURG CHIMES by HENRY ALFORD A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT |