REST, oh thou restless angel, rest at last, High on thy mountain peak that caps the waves; Anguish no more thy delicate soul enslaves, Dream-clouds no more thy slumber overcast. Adventurous angel, fold thy wings! the vast Pacific forest, with its architraves, The stillness of its long liana'd naves, Involves thee in a silence of times past. Thou whom we loved, a child of sportive whim, So fair to play with, comfort, thrill or chide, Art grown as ancient as thine island gods, As mystic as the menacing seraphim, As grim as priests upon a red hill-side, Or lictors shouldering high their sheaves of rods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN IF WE MUST DIE by CLAUDE MCKAY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD |