I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their cloudy-footed wandering In the unpopulous air; this magic seems Indeed a key unlocking crystal doors That whiten on the unopening mountain-side, But I can set the gates of treasure wide, Beyond the last land where the last sea roars. I have a kingdom under my command More than the kingdom of these fantasies; The shadow of the world darkens my eyes, And I see clear in the shadow; on my hand I wear the little ring which, waked to fire, Calls up the lower powers made serviceable; And earth and time and space and heaven and hell Blossom to be the flower of my desire. I have come out of the bewildering mists, For I have learned a more excelling art; The world is a pulsation of my heart, In me the beauty of the world exists. O what is this that like a torrent streams In widening waves of living light that pierce The dark of the transfigured universe? I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE I SHALL NOT CARE by SARA TEASDALE THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON |