Low brooding cadences that dream and cry, Life's stress and passion echoing straight and clear; Wild flights of notes that clamor and beat high Into the storm and battle, or drop sheer; Strange majesties of sound beyond all words Ringing on clouds and thunderous heights sublime; Sad detonance of golden tones and chords That tremble with the secret of all time; O wrap me round; for one exulting hour Possess my soul, and I indeed shall know The wealth of living, the desire, the power, The tragic sweep, the Apollonian glow; All life shall stream before me; I shall see, With eyes unblanched, Time and Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON THE DREAM by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL |