IN day from some titanic past it seems As if a thread divine of memory runs; Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams, Or yet were stars and suns. But here an iron will has fixed the bars; Forgetfulness falls on earth's myriad races: No image of the proud and morning stars Looks at us from their faces. Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights, Each dream remembered is a burning-glass, Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights Its rays in splendour pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE EMPTY BOTTLE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: A LITTLE NAP IN THE MORNING by BERTON BRALEY |