I marvelled at earth's glory, her grey seas Which stretch in light in confines of the sky, At her still mountains reared immovably, The fear and wonder of her leafy trees; Much more I marvelled, musing at my ease, On man and all his curious history, The scars and pangs of his antiquity, The childlike splendour of his fantasies, How, like earth's grass, he flourishes and goes -- His grief, his love, his passion, and his fear, His ant-like labours, his sublime repose -- Yet finds no peace to be accomplished here. O God, I said, who mewed me in this place, How shall I through these dreams Thy realty trace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX AND THE WOLF by AESOP THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LITTLE GREGORY by THEODORE BOTREL |