THE heavens lay hold on us: the starry rays Fondle with flickering fingers brow and eyes: A new enchantment lights the ancient skies. What is it looks between us gaze on gaze; Does the wild spirit of the endless days Chase through my heart some lure that ever flies? Only I know the vast within me cries Finding in thee the ending of all ways. Ah, but they vanish; the immortal train From thee, from me, depart, yet take from thee Memorial grace: laden with adoration Forth from this heart they flow that all in vain Would stay the proud eternal powers that flee After the chase in burning exultation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAMBODIAN BOX by KAREN SWENSON ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG |