Awake, awake! The world is young, For all its weary years of thought: The starkest fights must still be fought, The most surprising songs be sung. And those who have no other Gods May still behold, if they bestir, The windy amphitheatre Where dawn the timeless periods. Then hear the shouting-voice of men Magniloquently rise and ring: Their flashing eyes and measured swing Prove that the world is young again. I was beyond the hills, and heard That old and fervent Goddess call, Whose voice is like a waterfall, And sweeter than the singing-bird. O stubborn arms of rosy youth, Break down your other Gods, and turn To where her dauntless eyeballs burn, -- The silent pools of Light and Truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT by GEORGE MEREDITH LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |