ONCE more the eternal melodies from far Woo me like songs of home: once more discerning, Through fitful clouds, the pure majestic star Above the poet's world serenely burning, Thither my soul, fresh-winged by love, is turning, As o'er the waves the wood-bird seeks her nest, For those green heights of dewy stillness yearning, Whence glorious minds o'erlook this earth's unrest. Now be the Spirit of heaven's truth my guide Through the bright land! -- that no brief gladness, found In passing bloom, rich odour, or sweet sound, May lure my footsteps from their aim aside: Their true, high quest -- to seek, if ne'er to gain, The inmost, purest shrine of that august domain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 1. THE BALLAD-SINGER by THOMAS HARDY I, TOO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE |