WERE but my spirit loosed upon the air, -- By some High Power who could Life's chains unbind, Set free to seek what most it longs to find, -- To no proud Court of Kings would I repair: I would but climb, once more, a narrow stair, When day was wearing late, and dusk was kind; And one should greet me to my failings blind, Content so I but shared his twilight there. Nay! well I know he waits not as of old, -- I could not find him in the old-time place, -- I must pursue him, made by sorrow bold, Through worlds unknown, in strange Celestial race, Whose mystic round no traveller has told, From star to star, until I see his face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRESTLING JACOB by CHARLES WESLEY BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MUCKLE-MOU'D MEG by JAMES BALLANTYNE LIGHTS THROUGH THE MIST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 4 by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RIVER HOUSE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A PLEA FOR FLOOD IRESON by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS |