O dreamful Jason, at the roaring ford Of life's Anaurus, now she pleads with thee, The crouching beldame, grim Reality. Uplift her bravely, trusting in thy Lord! Howsoe'er wearisome, howe'er deplored, Dare 'neath her weight the dark profundity Of midnight waters, with thy spirit free And resolute for truth, thy soul a sword! Her weight increases still? Yet struggling on Thy feet shall win the misty farther shore, And there the truth that wreathes an older story Greet thee with splendors of a sudden dawn,— The heavy hag thy dauntless shoulders bore Flash on thine eyes as queen of heaven's glory! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: FEBRUARY by EDMUND SPENSER BUILDING BLOCKS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 1. JOHN SINGER SARGENT by KARL W. BIGELOW |