WHETHER, uplifting slow his dreamful head, He leaves a couch the fragrant pine has strown, Whether the dim, enchanted woods have known The sleeper's unimperiled velvet tread; Or whether, through some winding cavern led, That, like the shell, rings drear with ocean's moan, He wanders till the sea, wide, bright, and lone, Beneath his visionary eye is spread -- Whether awake, or still by slumber bound, Behold that shepherd with a world foregone, To hoard the white rays of a mystic Dawn, -- A listener to aerial silver sound, With subtle moonlight smile, devote, withdrawn, -- Behold Endymion, whom a Love unknown hath crowned! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FATIMA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE GRATEFUL SWAN by ALICE CARY BALD-CAP REVISITED by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK |