Sleep holds you, sons of war: you may not see (You whose charmed heads sink heavy in your hands) How 'twixt the budding and the barren tree With glory in his staring eyes, he stands. There's a sharp movement in this shivering morn That blinds your sense while it breaks your power: The Phoenix grips the eagle: Christ reborn Bears high the standard. Sleep a little hour: Sleep: it were best ye saw not those bright eyes Prepared to wreck your world with errant flame, And drive strong men to follow mysteries, Voices, and winds, and things that have no name. Dare you leave strength half-proved, duty half-done? Awake! This God will hunt you from the sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |