I WHENCE comes Solace? - Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's conditions, Nor from heeding Time's monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream, And in gazing at the gleam Whereby gray things golden seem. II Thus do I this heyday, holding Shadows but as lights unfolding, As no specious show this moment With its iris-hued embowment; But as nothing other than Part of a benignant plan; Proof that earth was made for man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE |