Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 218

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CCXVIII IMPROMPTU
Gorgeous grew the common walls about me,Floor and ceiling very Heaven became,Music all within me and about me, ​Brain on fire and heart aflame;Yet I could not speak for shame,And I stammered when I tried to speak the name.
Gone the light and vanished all the glory,Clasping, grasping Fancy strives in vain;None can sing the song or tell the story,Walls are only walls again,Now the stammering tongue speaks plain.O, the ache of dreary dullness worse than pain.

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