Oh that some Spirit might in us renew The dreams that raised old England from the slime! Blind Milton stirred his age with godly rime, And Wordsworth, seized with visions, high and true, Spoke words of calm amid a baffled crew. Ours is a dark, confused, embittered time: Entrapped by things, we scorn all thoughts sublime; False are the lights we stubbornly pursue. Oh for some Dreamer bold enough to tell Our halting age that life is strangely right, That no time was as ours! New seas invite -- But only those with faith and strength to steer! Oh for some Prophet, saying: "All is well -- Our God is working with us, now and here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES O MORS! QUAM AMARA EST MEMORIA TUA HOMINI PACEM HABENTI by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON |