Fair sorceress, upon thy calm domain We gaze in ceaseless wonder, compassed round By slow-expanding visions interwound With phantasies of pleasure, hope, and pain. In thee life's wearied echoes find again A silent fold: in thee each herald sound, As in an Ocean's slumberous depth profound, Awaits the future and her shadowy train. All hearts the mild enchantment of thy sway Subdues to subtlest sympathies benign -- To thee the golden Present, day by day, For some far-glittering idol we resign, And, like to exiles, homeward journeying, say: "Our sighs, our dreams, our longings, all are thine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PREPARATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WELL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 5 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 42 by THOMAS CAMPION MAYAN TEMPLE by ADA CLARKE CARMICHIEL YWAIN AND GAWAIN: THE WINNING OF THE LADY OF THE FOUNTAIN by CHRETIEN DE TROYES |