I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one, Fusing them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent, Watching the future come and the present go, And the little shifting pictures of people rushing In restless self-importance to and fro. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |