WALK who will at deep of noon, Or stroll fantastic in the moon; I would take the morning earth, New as at creation's birth, Air unbreathed, and grass untrod; Where I cross the dawn-lit sod, Making green paths in the gray Of the dew that's brushed away. Would some depth of holy night, Sacred with its starry light, Over all my breast might roll, Bringing dawn unto my soul, That its consecrated dew Might refresh and make me new! Then that thou and I might pace Some far planet, poised in space, Fresh as children innocent, In each other's love content! There our feet should recommence, Lightened of experience, Morning ways on dewy slope, Winged with wonder and with hope; All the things we'd thought, or done, Or felt before, forgot -- save one! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RAJPOOT WIFE by EDWIN ARNOLD |