HOPE is a dream dreamed by the mummied past, Or sound inside an egg; loved hearts with ours To wed, as some bee-go-between the flowers, She woman-like e'er walketh over-fast, Half-frightened by odd shadows that are cast In front from just behind; hers are all powers By which the unknown helps the known; she towers Where through the rainbow we would stride at last. The solemn snow and silver hair are hers, For folded linen clothes and napkins wrapped Together by themselves: each neat bud bears Witness to her deft fingers, who ne'er tapped At Memory's door and found her smileless, kissed Blind Love and left unfound the path he missed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD LEM by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO MRS. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES WITHER AWAY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |