Christopher John Brennan

Here you will find the Poem Old wonder flush'd the east anew of poet Christopher John Brennan

Old wonder flush'd the east anew

Old wonder flush'd the east anew 
and shed the golden air, and wing 
of song that summon'd, from the dew 
and rapture of the fields of spring, 
old wonder blossom'd in my heart: 
because the threatening dream of old, 
that nightly wont to bid us part, 
now changing, gave me to behold 
thy rosy maidenhood that pass'd 
and greeted me with stranger grace, 
who knew that meeting for our last 
and far from mine thy biding-place. 
And I have thank'd the threat of sleep, 
because the secret heart that flow'd 
with phantom wound was proven to keep 
beneath its living springs bestow'd 
the pang that seven years since was felt 
keen thro' my life yet soft dispersed 
along all veins that thrill or melt ? 
old wonder, blossom'd, not inhears'd: 
and eyes perchance made dull and slow 
by the long days' subtle dusty mesh 
waked gladly from their fear, to know 
old wonder, old and ever fresh.