Oh gods of all enchanting lies, Hear now the louder voice that cries Forever in me, crying and rising, That I am lost beyond devising Of the fearful blood or the quick brain Here puzzling in the dark in vain How I may live, how I may not die While the bright days fall silently And one by one through a cold heaven The bright years fall that I am given Out of silence and out of sound Before I turn me back to ground. Oh falling of water, passing of wind, Hear this now -- the blood is thinned, The blue broods lower, the night clings All day long to the cumbered wings, And late or soon but sooner now The singing grass and the singing bough Where my eternal summer was I shall not find in tree or grass. No, though the flickering dancers run Endless ever through shadow and sun And laughter slips along the dusk And lover on lover turns to ask What was given before words were, Though wine be dark and lips be myrrh And I live still and look on this I shall be hollow as emptiness, And the shadows before my eyes Will be shadows of memories. Oh mist of rivers running with death, Hear this now, this is my breath Crying forever, crying in fear Of the eternal messenger Whispering to me in a near night: Oh, now look backward to delight; Whispering, in the brain's chamber -- What was yours you may remember, Still the long bolt of your weaving May unroll for your deceiving, But the years' meridian Passes and comes not again, And ever lower the pole-star Rides behind the mariner. Oh, all gods of enchanting lies, Hear now the louder voice that cries Forever in me, crying and rising, That I am lost beyond devising. . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE MAD WOMAN'S SON by KAREN SWENSON THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 3. AR-RAHEEM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BOSPHORUS REVISITED by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A LADY OF PARIS BORDONE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY I HAVE COME REMEMBERING by LORENE BYRNES BURNS |