Classic Poem

I too have dreamed of dark titanic roses
Hot in the Hanging Gardens of the Sun,
Grass-blanched and blasted where the Unspeakable One
Blazed in the mirror of the face of Moses,
Or goblin gourds the slow green dawn discloses
Enormous in quiet isles no sail has won,
Or purple Persian forests crushed, whereon
Some rock-hewn monster like a realm reposes.

But though I sought dark fruits that thrive in thunder
And dusky sunflowers turned to alien suns,
I did not seek for wonders, but for wonder,
Nor these wild images but more innocent ones:
I looked for my lost eyes: which long ago
Saw one red daisy in the flower-pot grow.