WHEN now at this stern depth and shade of soul I lift my eyes to that most honoured face, And yearn towards that harmony and whole Of soldier creed and act and pride of place, The eye's shrewd humour, the lip's generous grace, The stirring zest, the power to make and give, I feel my youth awake afresh and live, And bugled morning glows and climbs apace. Some stubborn clouds of conscience stain that prime, And chilly creeps the muttering breeze, regret; But still this picture kindles coming time, And bids me gird myself for crossroads yet Where through the inhuman tempestings of night This man's commanding trust will be my sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER ON THE THRESHOLD by ASTLEY H. BALDWIN LOGOGRIPH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AN EVENING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ECCLESIASTES by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |