AH, was it all a fantasy, You in your distant stall, The silver stream of melody Which floated through the hall, And I, in my obscurer place, Gazing upon your flower face? Around you how the music clung And trembled, till a sea Of passion was unbound and swung Between your face and me; And you were hidden from my sight, Plunged into waves of blackest night. And when the strife and tumult ceased, The music wandered far, From all its human load released, To moon and evening star, Where a few notes most clear and true Pierced the deep Heaven's deepest blue. Ah, was it all a fantasy! The outer world we reach, As cold and distant as may be, A stranger, each to each; But in my heart a sound so sweet, All Paradise is in the street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OUR LADY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK THE ANGEL'S WHISPER by SAMUEL LOVER TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): THE BATTLE OF SALAMIS by AESCHYLUS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |