@3IT COMES at will, but not my will -- A moment of well-being: From boding fear and bonding ill There is a perfect freeing.@1 No inmost bough in windless woods, No sylvan lake unbrushed by swallow, No dewdrop where old shadow broods And wasting noonday cannot follow, -- Could have of utter peace Such an unbroken lease As, at this moment, I -- So deep in peace I do not ask, or reason, why. No hearkener to the chorded shell That brought the Appollonian vision, Nor saint whose prayer-encompassed cell Gave, suddenly, on space elysian, -- Has been so wholly blest, Of mortal so divest, As, at this moment, I -- It is as one, if I should live, if I should die! No pilgrim when the Mecca-goal Unveiled to his rapt eyes and eager, No lover whose keen-watching soul At last saw ended Love's long leaguer, -- Knew rapture more supreme, (Lord of his dearest dream) Than, at this moment, I -- O Joy-with-Peace, in whose unfathomed depth I lie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLIRT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES |