Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE SHELF, by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY First Line: To pause, to make an end!' to heed Last Line: And polished for the master's use. Subject(s): Memory; Old Age | ||||||||
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life. Tennyson's Ulysses. "To pause, to make an end!" to heed The hours' procession moving slow, From mortal inward wounds to bleed, But not to die face to the foe; To see the strong world crowding on With unspent energy and fire, Prize after prize to yield unwon, And sadder yet to lack desire; To see vacations come and close, Returning now to work no more No more with toil to earn repose, Although more weary than before. Nor this alone, since memory Runs backward to the age of gold (An age to most unknown to be Till squandered is its wealth untold); But now to think of hours misspent, Of opportunities unused, Of losses that were accident, But are the Master's trust abused; Of wisdom's pages left unturned, Of conscience damaged by pretense, Of heedlessness that left unlearned The lessons of experience; Of dues to God that were not given, Of words for mourners left unsaid, Of treasure not laid up in heaven, Of efforts that were never made. And now to stand without the fight, All powerless for a single stroke, Where wrong is hotly pressing right Whose standards waver in the smoke, To hear the cheers that rend the air When error's champions assail, To sink to earth in mute despair, Since truth unaided seems to fail. My God, it is a time of pain, Of peril and extremity; The solaces of earth are vain, But I will stay myself on Thee; Will heavenward turn my earnest gaze, Will overcome my slothful self, Will seek the knowledge of Thy ways, Though rusting on this dusty shelf. Until at last when life is done, And thou dost not my prayers refuse, I shall be found a living stone, And polished for the Master's use. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS THE OLD CHURCH ON THE HILL by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY |
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