BEYOND the record of all eldest things, Beyond the rule and regions of past time, From out Antiquity's hoary-headed rime, Looms the dread phantom of a King of kings: Round His vast brows the glittering circlet clings Of a thrice royal crown; behind Him climb, O'er Atlantean limbs and breast sublime The sombre splendors of mysterious wings; Deep clams of measureless power, in awful state, Gird and uphold Him; a miraculous rod, To heal or smite, arms His infallible hands: Known in all ages, worshipped in all lands, Doubt names this half-embodied mystery -- Fate, While Faith, with lowliest reverence, whispers -- God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A COUNTRY NOSEGAY by ALFRED AUSTIN DANUBE AND THE EUXINE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TORREY PINES by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 48. FAREWELL TO JULIET (10) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |