THERE is a terror in my heart; And the brown twilight is despair; And there are echoes in my heart That chime to yon great death-bell rung Against an iron sky somewhere. Yea, from the clouded height is flung Into my holy horoscope, Ruddy with love and white with hope, A blazing dæmon star to-day,— I will pray. @3Spirit of God, I cry to Thee,— O Silver Spirit, succour me.@1 Oh! Far beyond the iron sky, The cruel gods, the Clouded Height, Evil and good and iron sky, Thou dwellest, Unimaginèd, In the last ecstasy of light. But, when the bitter Doom is sped, Thy Passion strikes the spaces through; Our silver sword and buckler too, Our silver dragon-crest art thou!— Now, oh, now, @3Spirit of God, I cry to thee, O Silver Spirit, strengthen me.@1 The bats are winging, bodied fears! 'Tis on the Clouded Height decreed I be the plaything of the spears Of the Dark Legion. I must go To meet the tortures that exceed. And all my soul is burning low; My javelins, my dreams are lost. How can I front the evil host? Lord of the Silver Forges, smite The anvil white. @3Fashion me armour lest I die, Spirit of God, thy knight am I.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |