The town whose quiet veins are dark green sea, The town whose flowers and forests are bright stone: There it was the God came to you and me In the signless depth of summer. All alone We lay, and half in dream Gazed at the thin salt stream, And heard the ripples talking lazily. No verdurous growth, no sudden sharp decline Of buds or leaves is there: the marble towers Come rain, come cold, come snow or gay sunshine Blossom eternally with graven flowers; Yet there the mild God came, In silence, shod with flame, Girdled with mystery and crowned with vine. We lay in the sun and listened and we heard Soft-treading feet and whispers in the air, And thunder far away, like a god's word Of dire import, and saw the noonday flare And tall white palaces Sway all with dizziness; The bells pealed faintly, and the water stirred And Life stood still a moment, mists came swinging Blindly before us; suddenly we passed The boundaries of joy: our hearts were ringing True to the trembling world: we stood at last Beyond the golden gate, Masters of Time and Fate, And knew the tune that Sun and Stars were singing. For like two travellers on a hill, who stay Viewing the smoke that dims the busy plains, So, far away (sweet words are "far away"!) We saw our life: and all its crooked lanes, Dim cities and dark walls Fell as a world that falls And left us radiant in the Wind of Day. An end, an end! Again the leaden noon Glowed, and hot Fever opened her red eyes, And Misery came creeping out, and soon We felt once more the sorrow of the Wise. Come, friend! We travel on (That one brief vision gone) Bravely, like men who see beyond the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS UNREALITY by MERCEDES DE ACOSTA |