What wonder, Percy, that with jealous rage Men should defame the kindly and the wise, When in the midst of the all-beauteous skies, And all this lovely world, that should engage Their mutual search for the old golden age, They seat a phantom, swelled into grim size Out of their own passions and bigotries, And then, for fear, proclaim it meek and sage! And this they call a light and a revealing! Wise as the clown, who plodding home at night In autumn, turns at call of fancied elf, And sees upon the fog, with ghastly feeling, A giant shadow in its imminent might, Which his own lanthorn throws up from himself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO LIBERTY by OSCAR WILDE THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE REVOLUTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON WINTER: EAST ANGLIA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 42 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AT LLYNCWMSTRAETHY by CAROLINE CLIVE |