Painter of day, let my dark spirit fly Past the Trinacrian Sound, to gaze upon The deathless horses of Hyperion Driven up fiery stairs tumultuously: To see once more the Achaian prows glide by, Odysseus in his burnished galleon, Nereides that sing him swiftly on, And baffled Cyclops fading in the sky. Master, you paint the passion of the Earth, The faint victorious music of her birth, The splendour of things lost and things grown old; And show us song new-wrought with ardent might Of strong-winged morning and of sure delight, Of hyacinthine mist, and shining gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by THOMAS MOORE EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE THE FAREWELL. TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON by ROBERT BURNS THE OLD MANOR HOUSE by ADA CAMBRIDGE O'CONNOR'S CHILD; OR, THE FLOWER OF LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING by THOMAS CAMPBELL MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |