................................................ Yet now I think I have finished the tale of my inferno. And inferno it was: the old one, whose gates the Son of Man flung open. From the same desert, on the same night, my eyes still awake to the silvery star, still, as the Kings of life, the Three Magi, heart, soul, and mind sleep untroubled. When shall we go beyond shores and mountains, to greet the birth of new labors, the new wisdom, the putting to flight of tyrants and demons, the end of superstition, and worship -the very first! -Noel on earth. The song of the skies, the march of peoples! Slaves, let us not curse life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION THE INVITATION (TO TOM HUGHES) by CHARLES KINGSLEY ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THISTLE-DOWN by CLARA DOTY BATES |