To thirst and find no fill -- to wail and wander With short uneasy steps -- to pause and ponder -- To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle; To nurse the image of unfelt caresses Till dim imagination just possesses The half-created shadow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER EPITAPH: JOHN TROT by WILLIAM BLAKE |