From depth to height, from height to loftier height, The climber sets his foot and sets his face, Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place, And counts the last pulsations of the light. Strenuous thro' day and unsurprised by night He runs a race with Time and wins the race, Emptied and stripped of all save only Grace, Will, Love, a threefold panoply of might. Darkness descends for light he toiled to seek: He stumbles on the darkened mountain-head, Left breathless in the unbreathable thin air, Made freeman of the living and the dead: -- He wots not he has topped the topmost peak, But the returning sun will find him there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER by THOMAS MOORE IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY QUATORZAINS: 2. THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HO FOR NOA NOA by BERTON BRALEY GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 1 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |