I SAID, "Blue heaven" (Oh, it was beautiful!) "Send me a tent to shut me to myself: I am all lonely for my soul, that wanders Weary, bewildered, beckoned by thy depths; Thy white, round clouds, great bubbles of creamy snow; Thy luscious sunshine, like some ripe, gold fruit; Thy songs of birds, and wind warm with the flowers." And there swept down (Oh, it was beautiful!) A tent of silver rain, that fell like a veil Shutting me in to think all quiet thoughts, And feel the vibrant thrill of shadowy wings That fluttered, checking their swift flight, and hear, Though with no syllable of earthly music, A voice of melody unutterable. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES A CHARACTER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |