As waters from the lowliest valleys breathe Their tribute vapors to the mountain height, Where each, anon, transfigured of the light, Enkindles all the parent wave beneath; So, these my misty reveries I wreathe And waft them to the summit of thy sight, Till in that sunshine, shriven from the night, A mirrored benediction they bequeath. For long thy lordly Eminence hath stood Among the favored of the Olympian Nine, Upon whose ear thy psaltering voice renewed The ancient echoes of the classic shrine, Whereon the while my tottering steps intrude, Fain would I place a timorous hand in thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES JUDITH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HIS VICTORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |