Just for a day you crossed my life's dull track, <br />Put my ignobler dreams to sudden shame, <br />Went your bright way, and left me to fall back <br />On my own world of poorer deed and aim; <br /> <br />To fall back on my meaner world, and feel <br />Like one who, dwelling 'mid some, smoke-dimmed town,- <br />In a brief pause of labour's sullen wheel,- <br />'Scaped from the street's dead dust and factory's frown,- <br /> <br />In stainless daylight saw the pure seas roll, <br />Saw mountains pillaring the perfect sky: <br />Then journeyed home, to carry in his soul <br />The torment of the difference till he die.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glimpse-2/
