HE set the trumpet to his lips, and lo! The clash of waves, the roar of winds that blow, The strife and stress of Nature's warring things, Rose like a storm cloud, upon angry wings. He set the reed pipe to his lips, and lo! The wreck of landscape took a rosy glow, And Life, and Love, and gladness that Love brings Laughed in the music, like a child that sings. Master of each, Arch-Master! We that still Wait in the verge and outskirt of the Hill, Look upward lonely -- lonely to the height Where thou hast climbed, for ever, out of sight! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. PORTRAIT SONNETS: 4 by HENRY BELLAMANN A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE WILD HORSE by MARY ANN BROWNE AN EPITAPH ON SIR JOHN PROWDE, LIEUTENANT TO CHARLES MORGAN by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |