THEY move on tracks of never-ending light; They pierce the darkness with the burning thorn Of star-point and of sun; with shadows torn From wind and rain, with storm-clouds in their flight, They glut the whirlpools of abysmal night; They gather up the flaming shreds of morn; With streams and forests of a world unborn They set the hills of Eden in our sight. True poet-soul, is ought beyond your power? The very sea in all her caves is still When you, prophetic, from life's utmost hill, With song's unearthly vision in your eyes, Stretch forth your hands,—a watcher on his tower, God in his heaven bidding light arise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY FAREWELL TO AUTUMN by JULIA FIELD BROWN ASOLANDO: BEATRICE SIGNORINI by ROBERT BROWNING |