Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 108

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CVIII IMAGINATION
I called you, fiery spirits, and ye came!Earth was the earth no more; the solid groundWas as a maze of cloud-like glories found,The sun was music and the wind was flame.A rainbow shone about the sacred nameOf all the virtues. Thought in rapture drowned,Wild ecstasy it was to hear the sound,The fluttering of the wings of Love and Fame.I called you, fiery spirits! When your taskWas over, faint, weary, and short of breath,I would have driven you hence. I did but askThe old life that I led, the life beneath.In vain! The world henceforward seems a masqueFit for the haunted rooms of dreamy death.
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