I SAW a dreamer, I saw a poet, On the red battle-field fell my slow tear, "Lover of birds and flowers, singer of gentle songs, Dying with men of war, what do you here?" Languid his closing eyes looked to the breaking dawn Where the young day peeped out through prison bars. "I on a high hill stood singing a dear old song, I fell to earth," he sighed, "grasping at stars." He laid him softly down, cold was his paling cheek, Silent and chill he grew as the dead are, But from his folded hands on to the crimson earth Glowing and shimmering fell a great star. Out of the heavens there came a hand raising it, Set it in the green sky for all to see, There it shone purely bright, faithful as planets shine, There it sung loud and sweet "Come, follow me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECESSIONAL (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING TO A LILY by JAMES MATHEWES LEGARE BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE |