BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust Their blackness high into the still grey light, Deepening to blue: far up the glimmering height In silver transience shines the starry dust. Silent the sheep about me; fleece by fleece They sleep and stir not: I with awe around Wander uncertain o'er the giant mound, A fire that moves between their peace and peace. The city myriads dream or sleep below; Aloft another day has but begun: Under the radiance of the Midnight Sun The Tree of Life put forth its leaves to grow. Wiser than they below who dream or sleep? I know not; but their day is dream to me, And in their darkness I awake to see A Thought that moves like light within the deep. Only from dream to dream our spirits pass. Well, let us rise and fly from sphere to sphere; Some one of all unto the light more near Mirrors the Dreamer in its glowing glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER THE UNFORGOTTEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BETHESDA; A SEQUEL by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AN EPITAPH UPON DOCTOR BROOKE by RICHARD CRASHAW |