I am engulfed, and drown deliciously Soft music like a perfume, and sweet light Golden with audible odours exquisite, Swathe me with cerements for eternity. Time is no more. I pause and yet I flee. A million ages wrap me round with night. I drain a million ages of delight. I hold the future in my memory. Also I have this garret which I rent, This bed of straw, and this that was a chair, This worn-out body like a tattered tent, This crust, of which the rats have eaten part, This pipe of opium; rage, remorse, despair; This soul at pawn and this delirious heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A LEGEND OF MINNESOTA by LILLIAN ATCHERSON LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |