OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. I feel the keen embrace of light Ere dawning on the view It sprays the chilly fold of night With iridescent dew. The robe of dust around it cast Hides not the earth below, Its heart of ruby flame, the vast Mysterious gloom and glow. Something beneath yon coward gaze Betrays the royal line; Its lust and hate, but errant rays, Are at their root divine. I hail the light of elder years Behind the niggard mould, The fiery kings, the seraph seers, As in the age of gold. And all about and through the gloom Breaths from the golden clime Are wafted like a sweet perfume From some most ancient time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY INACCESSIBILITY IN THE BATTLEFIELD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |