How far soe'er thou wanderest from His law, The gift of God we reverence in thee, Painting thy thought in gorgeous pageantry, To thrill the soul with ecstasy and awe -- Now with voluptuous syllables to draw Remorseful tears; now, like the wintry sea, All tempest-tongued, in midnight majesty, Dread as the void primeval darkness saw. For, since Titanic Milton smote the sky, And echoes in the depths responsive found Of chaos and the howling gates of hell, No messenger of song hath soared so high, Nor strewn with ranker luxury the ground, Than thou. that singest of the worst so well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A STEAM ROLLER by MARIANNE MOORE THE ICE CAGE by JAMES METHVEN BALLANTYNE BATTLE AT THE RIVER RAISIN; JANUARY 22, 1813 by LEVI BISHOP VERSES: THE FIRST BOY by JOHN BYROM GRANTA - A MEDLEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LIFTED SHELL by MARY CHILTON CHASE CORNELIUS |