Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIGHT, by GEORGE MACDONALD Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou art the joy of age Last Line: Are dead till touched by thee. Subject(s): Light; Nature | ||||||||
THOU art the joy of age: Thy sun is dear when long the shadow falls, Forth to its friendliness the old man crawls, And, like the bird hung in his poor cage To gather song from radiance, in his chair Sits by the door; and sitteth there His soul within him, like a child that lies Half dreaming, with half-open eyes, At close of a long afternoon in summer -- High ruins around him, ancient ruins, where The raven is almost the only comer; Half dreams, half broods, in wonderment At thy celestial descent, Through rifted loops alighting on the gold That waves its bloom in many an airy rent: So dreams the old man's soul, that is not old, But sleepy 'mid the ruins that enfold. What soul-like changes, evanescent moods, Upon the face of the still passive earth, Its hills, and fields, and woods, Thou with thy seasons and thy hours art ever calling forth! Even like a lord of music bent Over his instrument, Who gives to tears and smiles an equal birth! When clear as holiness the morning ray Casts the rock's dewy darkness at its feet, Mottling with shadows all the mountain gray; When, at the hour of sovereign noon, Infinite silent cataracts sheet Shadowless through the air of thunder-breeding June; And when a yellower glory slanting passes 'Twixt longer shadows o'er the meadow grasses; When now the moon lifts up her shining shield, High on the peak of a cloud-hill revealed; Now crescent, low, wandering sun-dazed away, Unconscious of her own star-mingled ray, Her still face seeming more to think than see, Makes the pale world lie dreaming dreams of thee! No mood of mind, no melody of soul, But lies within thy silent soft control. Of operative single power, And simple unity the one emblem, Yet all the colors that our passionate eyes devour, In rainbow, moonbow, or in opal gem, Are the melodious descant of divided thee. Lo thee in yellow sands! lo thee In the blue air and sea! In the green corn, with scarlet poppies lit, Thy half souls parted, patient thou dost sit. Lo thee in speechless glories of the west! Lo thee in dewdrop's tiny breast! Thee on the vast white cloud that floats away, Bearing upon its skirt a brown moon-ray! Regent of color, thou dost fling Thy overflowing skill on everything! The thousand hues and shades upon the flowers Are all the pastime of thy leisure hours; And all the jewelled ores in mines that hidden be Are dead till touched by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |
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