KEEP of the Norman, old to flood and cloud! Thou dost reproach me with thy sunset look, That in our common menace, I forsook Hope, the last fear, and stood impartial proud: Almost, almost, while ether spake aloud, Death from the smoking stones my spirit shook Into thy hollow as leaves into a brook, No more than they by heaven's assassins cowed. But now thy thousand-scarred steep is flecked With the calm kisses of the light delayed, Breathe on me better valor: to subject My soul to greed of life, and grow afraid Lest, ere her fight's full term, the Architect See downfall of the stronghold that He made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD S. MATTHIAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |