O THOU whose fringed lids I gaze upon, Through whose dim brain the winged dreams are borne, Unroof the shrines of clearest vision, In honor of the silver-flecked morn; Long hath the white wave of the virgin light Driven back the billow of the dreamful dark. Thou all unwittingly prolongest night, Though long ago listening the poised lark, With eyes dropt downward through the blue serene, Over heaven's parapet the angels lean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |