Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE MOON, by PRISCILLA JANE THOMPSON Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, a hidden power is in my breast Last Line: He seeks in vain, confounded. Subject(s): Moon | ||||||||
OH, a hidden power is in my breast, A power that none can fathom; I call the tides from seas of rest, They rise, they fall, at my behest; And many a tardy fisher's boat, I've torn apart and set afloat, From out their raging chasm. For I'm an enchantress, old and grave; Concealed I rule the weather; Oft set I, the lover's heart a-blaze, With hidden power of my fulgent rays, Or seek I the souls of dying men, And call the sea-tides from the fen, And drift them out together. I call the rain from the mountain's peak, And sound the mighty thunder; When I wax and wane from week to week, The heavens stir, while vain men seek, To solve the myst'ries that I hold, But a bounded portion I unfold, So nations pass and wonder. Yea, my hidden strength no man may know; Nor myst'ries be expounded; I'll cause the tidal waves to flow, And I shall wane, and larger grow, Yet while man rack his shallow brain, The secrets with me still remain, He seeks in vain, confounded. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN THE MOON AND THE SPECTATOR by LEONIE ADAMS FULL MOON by KARLE WILSON BAKER NO MORE OF THE MOON by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE DEPARTURE by DENISE LEVERTOV THE MOON IN GREECE by TIMOTHY LIU A CHRISTMAS GHOST by PRISCILLA JANE THOMPSON |
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