IN perfect Kingliness now reigns the Sun; At morn, as one who girds himself for speed, A Hero prompt to do a mighty deed, And not to rest until the deed be done, He rose: -- at noon he wore the guise of one, Who feels the purpose that his will decreed Half-perfect, and goes onward to his meed, Stronger than were his labour just begun; And now his aim attained, his triumph known, In conscious dignity he mounts his throne Of golden air, and ere the eve can spread Her pale-rose veil above his royal head, No courtier clouds around him, to the bed Of a victorious rest, he passes all alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR THE REPLY OF SOCRATES, CONCERNING THE WRITINGS OF HERACLITUS by JOHN BYROM THE AGE OF BRONZE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10 by THOMAS CAMPION |