And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone, (Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurled) Still sit as on the fragment of a world; Surviving all, majestic and alone? What though the Spirits of the North, that swept Rome from the earth, when in her pomp she slept, Smote thee with fury, and thy headless trunk Deep in the dust mid tower and temple sunk; Soon to subdue mankind 'twas thine to rise, Still, still unquelled thy glorious energies! Aspiring minds, with thee conversing, caught Bright revelations of the Good they sought; By thee that long-lost spell in secret given, To draw down Gods, and lift the soul to Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIP OF RIO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN |