AISLES and abysses; leagues no man explores, Of rock that labyrinths and night that drips; Where everlasting silence broods, with lips Of adamant, o'er earthquake-builded floors. Where forms, such as the Demon-World adores, Laborious water carves; whence echo slips Wild-tongued o'er pools where petrifaction strips Her breasts of crystal from which crystal pours. -- Here where primordial fear, the Gorgon, sits Staring all life to stone in ghastly mirth, I seem to tread, with awe no tongue can tell, -- Beneath vast domes, by torrent-tortured pits, 'Mid wrecks terrific of the ruined Earth, -- An ancient causeway of forgotten Hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY MARIPOSA by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BISHOP HATTO [AND THE RATS] by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA TO MARY, ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 33 by BLISS CARMAN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 81 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE ONE FOUNDATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |