Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COME DOWN, YE SPIRITS, by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Come down, ye spirits! In your might, come down! Last Line: Its feeble echoes to your mighty song. Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, Isaac | ||||||||
COME down, ye Spirits! in your might, come down! Come down, ye Spirits of this midnight hour; Come down in all your dim sublimity And majesty of terror! How I joy To meet you in your own dark territories, And hold mysterious converse in a tongue That hath quite perished among the sons Of fallen man! Ye Spirits that do roam With unconfined footsteps o'er the paths Of measureless eternity; -- ye who skim The bosomed cloud, or pace with hasty step The earth's green surface, and its every spot, Though ne'er so lone, deserted, and profound; Repeople with strange sounds and voices sweet, Which circle round, even when all else is still, And breed in vulgar breasts a nameless dread And awe inexplicable; which bids the flesh To creep, as if its every fibre were A many-footed and a living thing, Come down! come down! I hear ye come! I hear your sounding wings Beat the impassive air with mighty strokes, And in the flickering moonshine I can see Your shadowy limbs, descending like a mist Of fleecy whiteness, on the slumbering earth. And now I hear the mingled harmonies Of all your voices, fill the vaulted sky. Ye call upon me -- and my soul is glad To meet you on your pilgrimage, and join Its feeble echoes to your mighty song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A CAVEAT TO THE WIND by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A MONODY by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A NIGHT VISION by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A SABBATH SUMMER NOON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A SOLEMN CONCEIT by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL CERTAIN PLEASANT VERSES TO THE LADY OF MY HEART by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL CHOICE OF DEATH by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL CLERKE RICHARD AND MAID MARGARET by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL |
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