"Why do you seek the sun, In your Bubble-Crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist, Your crown will have an ending." "Nay, sun is but a Bubble, Earth is a whiff of Foam -- To my caves on the coast of Thule Each night I call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels And Loves blow forth to men -- They break and turn to nothing And I make them whole again: On the crested waves of chaos I ride them back reborn: New stars I bring at evening For those that burst at morn: My soul is the wind of Thule And evening is the sign, The sun is but a Bubble, A fragile child of mine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH OUR MORNING GLORY by LEVI BISHOP THE BOOK OF AHANIA by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE PORTRAIT OF A COLONEL; G.H.H. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DEPARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ST. VALENTINE'S EVE by EUGENE WATSON BURLINGAME QUI LABORAT, ORAT. by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH DEATH-BED REFLECTIONS OF MICHAEL-ANGELO by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |