Like Jove's great eagle, who on giant wings Bore the Greek Ganymede unto the skies, Thus on thy winged words, oh let me rise Unto the ether of perennial things. Till my whole soul on her aerial flight Staggers, and reels, and pants, divinely drunk, And in the infinite of Spirit sunk, Swallowed and lost my life in vast whirlpools of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES |