MERGED in a moving picture earth goes by, Shriveled, and shorn of sound. Its lakes and streams And mighty ocean float but toy triremes Which have the pace of snails when viewed on high. Like children's jumbled blocks the cities lie, While men are but an emmet-race which teems Throughout their lace-like labyrinth of dreams, Watching our white-winged ship go down the sky. Ah, here is freedom, — freedom vaster far Than Triton's salt-whipped leagues of liberty. Now we are comrades to the moon and star, The azure pioneers of realms to be, For we can go in this frail mounted car Close to the confines of eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT by ALEXANDER POPE CASTOR AND POLYDEUCES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |