Where echo ne'er hath found A footing on the steep, Descends, without a sound, The cataract of sleep. Like swallows in the spray, When evening is near, The thronging thoughts of day About the brink appear, Till greets a heaven below A sister heaven above, Alike with stars aglow Of unextinguished love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES EARLY VENEZIAN DETAIL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONNET: 108 by LUIS DE CAMOENS |