WITH brain o'erworn, with heart a summer clod, With eye so practised in each form around, -- And all forms mean, -- to glance above the ground Irks it, each day of many days we plod, Tongue-tied and deaf, along life's common road. But suddenly, we know not how, a sound Of living streams, and odour, a flower crowned With dew, a lark upspringing from the sod, And we awake. O joy and deep amaze! Beneath the everlasting hills we stand, We hear the voices of the morning seas, And vernal prophesyings in the land, While from the open heaven leans forth at gaze The encompassing great cloud of witnesses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |