A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
We who are lovers sit by the fire,
Cradled warm ‘twixt thought and will,
Sit and drowse like sleeping dogs
In the equipoise of all desire,
Sit and listen to the still
Small hiss and whisper of green logs
That burn away, that burn away
With the sound of a far-off falling stream
Of threaded water blown to steam,
Grey ghost in the mountain world of grey.
Vapours blue as distance rise
Between the hissing logs that show
A glimpse of rosy heat below;
And candles watch with tireless eyes
While we sit drowsing here. I know,
Dimly, that there exists a world,
That there is time perhaps, and space
Other and wider than this place,
Where at the fireside drowsily curled
We hear the whisper and watch the flame
Burn blinkless and inscrutable.
And then I know those other names
That through my brain from cell to cell
Echo–reverberated shout
Of waiters mournful along corridors:
But nobody carries the orders out,
And the names (dear friends, your name and yours)
Evoke no sign. But here I sit
On the wide hearth, and there are you:
That is enough and only true.
The world and the friends that lived in it
Are shadows: you alone remain
Real in this drowsing room,
Full of the whispers of distant rain
And candles staring into the gloom.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- Time’s Defence poem – Alfred Austin
- Through Liberty To Light poem – Alfred Austin
- Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel poem – Alfred Austin
- Though All The World poem – Alfred Austin
- The Wind Speaks poem – Alfred Austin
- The White Pall Of Peace poem – Alfred Austin
- The Spring-Time, O The Spring–Time poem – Alfred Austin
- “`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Silent Muse poem – Alfred Austin
- The Season poem – Alfred Austin
- The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman “Round-Robin” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Poet And The Muse poem – Alfred Austin
- The Passing Of The Primroses poem – Alfred Austin
- The Passing Of The Century poem – Alfred Austin
- The Passing Of Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- The Owl And The Lark poem – Alfred Austin
- The Old Land And The Young Land poem – Alfred Austin
- The Lover’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- The Last Redoubt poem – Alfred Austin
- “The lark confinèd in his cage” poem – Alfred Austin
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Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.