Sweet are the thoughts that haunt the poet’s brain
Like rainbow-fringed clouds, through which some star
Peeps in bright glory on a shepherd swain;
They sweep along and trance him; sweeter far
Than incense trailing up an out-stretched chain
From rocking censer; sweeter too they are
Than the thin mist which rises in the gale
From out the slender cowslip’s bee-scarred breast.
Their delicate pinions buoy up a tale
Like brittle wings, which curtain in the vest
Of cobweb-limbed ephemera, that sail
In gauzy mantle of dun twilight dressed,
Borne on the wind’s soft sighings, when the spring
Listens all evening to its whispering.
Logician puts the poet''s head in the high heaven, It is latter's head that splits.Who said this.. thoughts haunts poet's brain.it is brilliant.
A wonderful poem. Indeed we get inspiration from such words to write beautiful poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In gauzy mantle of dun twilight dressed, Borne on the wind’s soft sighings, when the spring Listens all evening to its whispering. Very fine expressions. tony