IT seems a dream the infant love that tamed my truant will, But 'twas a dream of happiness, And I regret it still! Its images are part of me, A very part of mind -- Feelings and fancies beautiful In purity combined! Time's sunset lends a tenderer tinge To what those feelings were, Like the cloud-mellow'd radiance Which evening landscapes bear: They wedded are unto my soul, As light is blent with heat, Or as the hallowed confluence Of air with odours sweet. Though she, the spirit of that dream, Lacks of the loveliness Young fancy robed her in, yet I May hardly love her less: Even when as in my boyish time I nestled by her side, Her ever gentle impulses Thorrow my being glide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SORCERY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FESTUBERT: THE OLD GERMAN LINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN A GRAVE-YARD by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |