Excerpt from Poems and Songs: Second Series For your delight I have no singing rose, No sensuous musics stirred by love to riot; Wonder is all that my dim spirit knows, Wonder and strange disquiet. A little question asked at dusk by one Who gently hoped a meaning in it all, And failing ever, strove to keep the sun Upon the western wall. I have not dreamed the magic of a kiss To gild the judgment of the unshapen kings On loveless themes who bade me hold that this, This was the end of things. A sombre world and grey, made sad with rain, What is it worth, while in my sleep there sways The crimson splendour of an unknown Spain, The pageant of fair days. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.