@3(By Dartmoor, Sept 1893)@1 All day long upon her throne Reason sat, Ruled the realm which is her own Judged of this, disputed that: Now the heart doth beat alone! In the deep lane by the hedge Trails a leaf, And along the river's edge The low wind awakes the grief In the dry heart of the sedge. Journey through the wood you must Though the tread Falter in the soundless dust, And the dark oaks overhead Shudder in a silent gust! Journey through the wood you shall When the tors Are grown dark and tragical, And the wit no longer soars, And the valley lights enthrall! Night hath just that mystic power Now as when, On the moor there, hour by hour, Those old Neolithic men 'Mongst their monstrous stones did cower While the screech-owl swept the ground, And the wolf Went his swift mysterious round On the shore of midnight's gulf Where the dead sheep's bones are found! In a circle of gray stone Reason sat All day long among her own, Arguing this, rejecting that: Now the heart must beat alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD QUATORZAINS: 4. TO SOUND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE NEW VICAR OF BRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FIRST SQUIRE (1) by THOMAS CAMPION |