And ever must I fan this fire? Thus ever in flame on flame aspire? Ever restless, restless, craving rest— The Imperfect toward Perfection pressed! Yea, for the God demands thy best. The world with endless beauty teems, And thought evokes new worlds of dreams: Hunt then the flying herds of themes! And fan, still fan, thy fervid fire, Until thy crucibled gold shall show That fire can purge as well as glow. In ordered ardour, nobly strong, Flame to the height of epic song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BRITISH PHILIPPIC by MARK AKENSIDE TRANSFIGURATION by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE LE GUIGNON by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE REVERY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |