TREE by tree filleth, What do they sigh at? Field by field thrilleth, Low comes the fiat: "Let him that willeth Cease from his riot, Starlight distilleth; O World, be quiet! "Night the tremendous Grasps thee and veils thee, Slow thy stupendous Intelligence fails thee. "I, the Star-crowded, Outsoar and outsink thee; No more care-clouded Need'st thou bethink thee! "Let my primordial Stupor that seizes Cure, with the cordial For all thy diseases . . . " @3Field by field thrilleth -- What do they sigh at? Sleep the soul filleth, Man no more willeth, Starlight distilleth; . . . . . . All Earth is quiet@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON PRESCIENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |