Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRANQUILLITY, by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL Poet's Biography First Line: Weary, and marred with care and pain Last Line: That doth the worlds with music fill. Alternate Author Name(s): Hedbrooke, Andrew Subject(s): Transcendentalism | ||||||||
WEARY, and marred with care and pain And bruising days, the human brain Draws wounded inward, -- it might be Some delicate creature of the sea, That, shuddering, shrinks its lucent dome, And coils its azure tendrils home, And folds its filmy curtains tight At jarring contact, e'er so light; But let it float away all free, And feel the buoyant, supple sea Among its tinted streamers swell, Again it spreads its gauzy wings, And, waving its wan fringes, swings With rhythmic pulse its crystal bell. So let the mind, with care o'erwrought, Float down the tranquil tides of thought: Calm visions of unending years Beyond this little moment's fears; Of boundless regions far from where The girdle of the azure air Binds to the earth the prisoned mind. Set free the fancy, till it find Beyond our world a vaster place To thrill and vibrate out through space, -- As some auroral banner streams Up through the night in pulsing gleams, And floats and flashes o'er our dreams; There let the whirling planet fall Down -- down, till but a glimmering ball, A misty star: and dwindled so, There is no room for care, or woe, Or wish, apart from that one Will That doth the worlds with music fill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY MIRA CAN'T GO BACK TO HER OLD HOUSE by MIRABAI MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ODE TO A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE HEART'S CURE by ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER THE HOUSE OF REST by JULIA WARD HOWE SONNET: 8. TO M. W., ON HER BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |
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