Description
On Discovering a Book of Shelley's Poems
A portion of the feeling that once hallowed Keats
when he kenned the vast unknown
And stood, a Watcher, rapt, alone,
Came to me, a vision, swift, unbearable
In beauty scarcely born.
The joy of fusing with a master's soul,
The searching bliss of first discovery
Swept my mind, and left me tense and free,
A spirit treading the fresh-dewed grass
In early morn.
Recommended Citation
Byram, Margaret
(1942)
"Two Poems,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
:
Iss.
4
, Article 14.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss4/14
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