PRAISED be the moon of books! that doth above A world of men, the fallen Past behold, And fill the spaces else so void and cold To make a very heaven again thereof; As when the sun is set behind a grove, And faintly unto nether ether rolled, All night his whiter image and his mould Grows beautiful with looking on her love. Thou therefore, moon of so divine a ray, Lend to our steps both fortitude and light! Feebly along a venerable way They climb the infinite, or perish quite; Nothing are days and deeds to such as they, While in this liberal house thy face is bright. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 43. ONE CHANCE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |