Emotions and Feelings

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! 2

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns! For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!

Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns! For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!

Let’s contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, —Only sleep!

And then how I shall lie through centuries, And hear the blessed mutter of the mass, And see God made and eaten all day long, And feel the steady candle flame, and taste Good strong thick stupefying incense smoke!

That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!

One more devils’-triumph and sorrow for angels, One more wrong to man, one more insult to God!

I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together.

“You’re wounded!” “Nay,” the soldier’s pride Touched to the quick, he said: “I’m killed, Sire!” And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead.

The most despairing songs are the loveliest of all, I know immortal ones composed only of tears.

I have come too late into a world too old. 1

Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest-home; All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin.

“Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,” The shade replied— “If you seek for Eldorado!”

“Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,” The shade replied— “If you seek for Eldorado!”

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispèd and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere: It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year.

“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of Space—out of Time.

And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams— In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams.

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams— In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams.