I know not if from uncreated spheres Some longed-for ray it be that warms my breast, Or lesser light, in memory expressed, Of some once lovely face, that reappears, Or passing rumour ringing in my ears, Or dreamy vision, once my bosom's guest, That left behind I know not what unrest, Haply the reason of these wayward tears. But what I feel and seek, what leads me on, Comes not of me; nor can I tell aright Where shines the hidden star that sheds this light. Since I beheld thee, sweet and bitter fight Within me. Resolution have I none. Can this be, Master, what thine eyes have done? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GOODLY SONG by PAUL VERLAINE SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY IN WAR-TIME (AN AMERICAN HOMEWARD-BOUND) by FLORENCE EARLE COATES THE DAY-DREAM; FROM AN EMIGRANT TO HIS ABSENT WIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |