Now through the skies do come impetuous messengers Their earnest loud ape-wisdom busily bearing, And now mechanical lips are the mocking trumpeters Of voices over the long hills and the seas faring. And words no longer run upon wires, but the air is full Of whispering, and of leaping unlovely voices The hired lightning with old wives' tales is voluble And the Ingenious Babe in man rejoices. So now in the midnight I clutch at my hot heart in fear Lest in the airy tangle should my words go Eagerly flying out of my lips to a too heedful ear, In the staring terrible hours when sleep is slow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON BALLADE OF EGREGIOUSNESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |