BRONTÉS Brother! are you waiting Faithfully for me? Stand fast and at last I'll reach my hair to thee. Though of vacant sight, Blindly we are feeling Tow'rd each other, till the light, Through our sockets stealing O'er the stream, in one beam Shall meet, and see! ARGÉS Brother! I am listening To the words you say, As they reach me, whistling Across the windy bay. Though my feet are cold, And they long divide us, Here I'll hold till I am old; Our echoes shall provide us On bounding feet a pathway fleet, Till we behold! BRONTÉS Like two gates asunder Something swings between. On our heads the thunder Strikes. We stand serene! Earliest on our brows, Still the latest tarry The rosy clouds; the birds in crowds Sail round to see us marry. We will win, though, my twin, Waves intervene. ARGÉS Hark, behind! the churches Faintly lift their bells. And far below come and go The city's hollow swells; Frightened ferry fleets Disappear in vapour, And the camps of twinkling lamps Struggle for a taper. To them all, starry tall, We are sentinels! BRONTÉS Aye! I cannot see them, Yet I feel them there; And clambering stars their silver bars Wind o'er me like a stair. Brother, does a pulse Start not in thy shoulder, For a mystic destiny,— Something better, bolder,— When the rainbow its skein Twineth in air? ARGÉS Yes! A host of spirits In procession creep O'er me silently, From darkened deeps of sleep. Far away I hear Wheels imperious driven Up the heights of the atmosphere, By the image of Heaven! His path we span, and, brother! Man Is the charioteer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION THE INDIAN SUMMER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: MACROMICROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SHAKESPEARE READS THE KING JAMES VERSION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |