@2P@1ÆAN, sing paæn! For I have made me wings; No more the empyrean Withstands my journeyings;— The empyrean, Eternal, silent, vast! I enter it at last, And the god in me sings. Power, sing power! For I am greater grown; This is the mighty hour When all becomes mine own;— The mighty hour Dreamed, laboured for, fulfilled, Won as my spirit willed,— The firmament known. Yet, in the singing, Hearken a low, sweet cry: "Wouldst thou, O Man, be winging The stretches of the sky;— Wouldst thou be winging Thine ever-upward way, Did not Love smile and say: 'Thy courier I!'?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN LOVE GOES by SARA TEASDALE PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN |