Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian Of crystal portals through whose openings fan The spiced winds which blew when earth was young, Scattering wreaths of stars, as Jove once flung A golden shower from heights cerulean. Crumbled before thy majesty we bow. Forget thy empurpled state, thy panoply Of greatness, and be merciful and near; A youth who trudged the highroad we tread now Singing the miles behind him; so may we Faint throbbings of thy music overhear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TAPESTRY TREES by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |