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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DREAM OF NOVEMBER; TO ARTHUR SYMONS, by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: Far, far away, I know not where, I know not how Last Line: Dark bronze, bright leaves, pure silken threads, in triple flower. | |||
FAR, far away, I know not where, I know not how, The skies are gray, the boughs are bare, bare boughs in flower; Long lilac silk is softly drawn from bough to bough, With flowers of milk and buds of fawn, a broidered shower. Beneath that tent an Empress sits, with slanted eyes, And wafts of scent from censers flit, a lilac flood; Around her throne bloom peach and plum in lacquered dyes, And many a blown chrysanthemum, and many a bud. She sits and dreams, while bonzes twain strike some rich bell, Whose music seems a metal rain of radiant dye; In this strange birth of various blooms, I cannot tell Which sprang from earth, which slipped from looms, which sank from sky. Beneath her wings of lilac dim, in robes of blue, The Empress sings a wordless hymn that thrills her bower; My trance unweaves, and winds, and shreds, and weaves anew Dark bronze, bright leaves, pure silken threads, in triple flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE 1870-71 by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A BALLAD OF THE UPPER THAMES by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A MOOD IN ITALY by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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