Child of no mortal birth, that yet doth live, Where loiterest thou, O blossom of our joy? Unsummon'd hence, dost thou, knowing all, forgive? Thy rainbow-rapture, doth it never cloy? O exquisite dream, dear child of our desire, On mounting wings flitt'st thou afar from here? We cannot reach thee who dost never tire, Sweet phantom of delight, appear, appear! How lovely thou must be, wrought in strange fashion From out the very breath and soul of passion . . . With eyes as proud as his, my lover, thy sire, When seeking through the twilight of my hair He finds the suddenly secret flame deep hidden there. Twin torches flashing into fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE MODERN TIPPLING PHILOSOPHERS by JAMES HAY BEATTIE MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET by ROBERT BURNS |