To lord all Godland! lift the brow Familiar to the moon, to top The universal world, to prop The hollow heavens up, to vow Stern constancy with stars, to keep Eternal watch while eons sleep; To tower proudly up and touch God's purple garment-hems that sweep The cold blue north! Oh, this were much! Where storm-born shadows hide and hunt I knew thee, in thy glorious youth, And loved thy vast face, white as truth. I stood where thunderbolts were wont To smite thy Titan-fashioned front, And heard dark mountains rock and roll; I saw the lighting's gleaming rod Reach forth and write on heaven's scroll The awful autograph of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. SIC TRANSIT by THOMAS CAMPION FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE BURY HIM DEEP by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH CONDOLATORY ADDRESS TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |