TAKE me to some waste of being, Virgin spaces, dark and far, Seas no vessel ever burdened, Skies that never held a star; There, my inmost soul all weeping, I may loose for Being's keeping Strange, abysmal thoughts that are. Let me stand, alone, unguarded, On some crag where fierce floods beat; Let hoarse tempest crash and echo, Storm-fire lick about my feet; In the hollow air of thunder I may shout my soul asunder, One pent syllable repeat. Let me sink where waves are deepest, Die from memory and air; Let effacing billows deafen Question, when I lived, or where; Only first be mine to murmur Thrice, and ever fiercely firmer, For I must -- one life-pent prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER QUATORZAINS: 5. TO NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON COME UNTO ME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |