I have gone out and seen the lands of Faery, And have found sorrow and peace and beauty there, And have not known one from the other, but found each Lovely and gracious alike, delicate and fair. "They are children of one mother, she that is called Longing, Desire, Love," one told me: and another, "her secret name Is Wisdom:" and another, "they are not three but one:" And another, "touch them not, seek them not, they are wind and flame." I have come back from the hidden, silent lands of Faery, And have forgotten the music of its ancient streams: And now flame and wind and the long, grey, wandering wave And beauty and peace and sorrow are dreams within dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. ENGLISH ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART (FIRST READING) by WILLIAM BLAKE PREPARATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM by THOMAS CAREW PROLOGUE TO A PLAY PRESENTED BEFORE THE KING AND QUEEN .. AT WHITEHALL by THOMAS CAREW |