He holds his course, he stoops not at command, That stately-soaring Eagle of Saint John! Though, all-agape, the learned critics stand To lure him to their fancy-perch, upon The lower rounds of time; straight up he soars From holy Zion! bound by no Greek rules, Nor held in leash by Alexandrian schools - The mind of Christ, not Plato's, he explores; Sunward he hies. Ye sages, clear your ken, See true for once, and register your sight; And in the note-books fretted by your pen, While yet your eye-balls glow, the vision write: And, when the unrighteous question stirs again, Remember what you wrote as thoughtful men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NORTH WIND IN OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MIDGES by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |