IDREAMT (no "dream" awake -- a dream indeed) A wrathful man was talking in the park: "Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need And leave us in the dark? "There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart In God, no love" -- his oratory here, Taking the paupers' and the cripples' part, Was broken by a tear. And then it seemed that One who did create Compassion, who alone invented pity, Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate, Out from the muttering city; Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass, Bent o'er the speaker close, saw the tear rise, And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass, In those impassioned eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON IFFLEY by ROBERT PETER TRISTRAM COFFIN THE RING OF DEATH by C. G. A. COLLES EPISTLE TO THE LADY ANNE CLIFFORD by SAMUEL DANIEL |