I Rest me with Chinese colours, For I think the glass is evil. II The wind moves above the wheat -- With a silver crashing, A thin war of metal. I have known the golden disc, I have seen it melting above me. I have known the stone-bright place, The hall of clear colours. III O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours! O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive, Why am I warned? Why am I sent away? Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust? O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold! O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |