If thou wouldst win the rhythmic heart of things, Go sit in solitude beside the shore, Giving thine ear to the eternal roar And every mystic message that it brings; -- Eddas of ancient, unremembered kings, And runes that ring with long-forgotten lore, All myths and mysteries from the years of yore Ere Time grew weary on his journeyings. And more from that imperious sibyl, Sea, Thou mayest learn if thou wilt hearken well, When God's white star-fires beacon home the ships; The solemn secrets of infinity, Unto the inner sense translatable, Hang trembling ever on her darkling lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD IN SOME FAR DISTANT TIME by CATHERINE BRADSHAW THE FORMER AGE (AFTER BOETHIUS) by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO THE BLACKBIRD IN MARCH by CAMILLA DOYLE RESURGAM by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON CUPID AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE BOUNDARIES OF HUMANITY by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE BALLAD OF MR. COOKE; LEGEND OF THE CLIFF HOUSE, SAN FRANCISCO by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |