Not by me these feet were led To the path beside the wave, Where the naiad lilies shed Moonfire o'er a lonely grave. Let the dragons of the past In their caverns sleeping lie. I am dream-betrayed, and cast Into that old agony. And an anguish of desire Burns as in the sunken years, And the soul sheds drops of fire All unquenchable by tears. I, who sought on high for calm , In the Everliving find All I was in what I am, Fierce with gentle intertwined; Hearts which I had crucified With my heart that tortured them; Penitence, unfallen pride - These mythorny diadem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST OVERNIGHT, A ROSE by CAROLINE GILTINAN MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS MOONLIGHT NIGHT by ERMINIE BROADSTONE IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |