The wave moves on; the water stays behind. In steady, bold ellipses firmly swung The liquid masses forward now are flung. And sinking now the nether course they find. Yet still the ware move ever with the wind As water beats on water, till among The distant bays the ocean song is sung. And farthest shores have learned the ocean's mind. So, that the world may know a mighty thought. The thinker need not travel far and wide. But stay at home, and think. For wisdom, taught To one sole hearer, will not dully bide. But straight from life by eager life be caught, And flow more largely when its fount has died. My heart lies open to Thy sun As roses to the day ; Thy flooding graces overrun Along the shining way. I yiold my weary life to Thee With paRsive lowliness, As empty channels to the sea Where eager surges press. As waiting wires are strangely filled By swift electric force ; As wintry, barren fields are thrilled From life's triumphant source ; As air. and light, and heat rush in Where doors are open wide, O Saviour, to my soul of sin Come, enter, and abide I | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS PROMETHEUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |