HELP me to seek that unknown land, Help me to see the shrine, Help me to feel the hidden hand That ever holdeth mine. Help me to seek, and I shall see; To hear, and I shall know; To feel, and I shall hold in fee The realms of earth below. Help me to mourn, and I shall love; What grief is like to mine? Crown me with thorn, the stars above Shall in the circlet shine! The mystic angels group and kneel Around the cross of flame, Crying, as through the gloom they steal, The glory of the Name. The Temple opens wide: none sees The love, the dream, the light; Oh blind and finite, are not these Blinding and infinite? The veil, the veil is rent: the skies Are white with wings of fire, Where victim souls triumphant rise In torment of desire. Help me to seek: I would not find, For when I find I know I shall have clasped the hollow wind And built a house of snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST IN A SPRING GROVE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE SPARROW by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN OUR OLD CENTER-TOWN VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |