The shining moments are so far between! From their clear crests we see the dawn unfurled In films of opal on the dew-drenched world -- Life, life, daedal, harmonious, serene! Then darkness. For that aerial wide scene, Tempests down mountain by-paths madly hurled; This way and that our tortured souls are whirled, Blinded, aghast, beneath the lightning's green. The peaks are moments; lifelong lasts the dark. Yet, soul, be strong! Thou hast beheld the sun, Hast known that life is wisdom and is one. Stanch thy despair! The cloud-rack thou dost mark May hide a crest whereto thy wanderings bend. And this, too, ends. There is a certain end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |