TRIP TO HISTORICAL BATH POEM 2

Passing time can be done is so many ways - a day dream is a common one. For the poet, the daydream turns into words which you can translate onto the page. Dreaming about the past while in Bath was interesting, for with the statues around the waters themselves, you could almost swear the great men were there themselves!

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“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.” Bram Stoker

Before The Arches

The colonnade was not so high,

Bloomless it stood stony and weighted,

By its temple-shaped brow atop,

With herald adorning its pillars.

Abreast of the news I hastened,

To the meeting point appointed,

A place of great ceremony,

As therein the Holy Fount flowed.

The waters sacred were still,

The steps descended to their

Placid topped depths,

That revealed little to the eye.

The shaded waters held no secret,

For the aspect was clear,

No angle could be read,

And so the depths without plunder,

Are not revealed to the eye.

“Daydream, which is to thought as the nebula is to the star, borders on sleep, and is concerned with it as its frontier. An atmosphere inhabited by living transparencies: there's a beginning of the unknown. But beyond it the Possible opens out, immense." Victor Hugo