AT eve He rested there amidst the grass, And as the stars shone out He dreamed of God, His destiny, the kingdom all of glass And gold; He watched the reapers homeward plod; Became aware of strength for holy deeds Astir within Him; turned His eyes to where The Great Sea rolled — a sight that ever breeds A hunger for deep powers; felt that there A symbol was of His far-spreading mind, His restless strong desire, and marked perchance The tiny specks of moving sail; divined Of time and space the secret circumstance, And when His gaze was wearied, softly wept And was consoled — then to His shelter crept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE THRESHOLD by LE ROY J. N. BOYD |