UP to far Osteroe and Suderoe The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks, O'er minted gold the fair-haired fishers go, O'er sunken bravery of high carved decks. In earlier days great Carthage suffered bale (All her waste works choke under sandy shoals); And reckless hands tore down the temple veil; And Omar burned the Alexandrian rolls. The Old World arts men suffered not to last, Flung down they trampled lie and sunk from view, He lets wild forest for these ages past Grow over the lost cities of the New. O for a life that shall not be refused To see the lost things found, and waste things used. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WHEN ALL IS DONE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS |