"The heart of the world beats aloof from our lives. Under a sweet-browed, happy sky Saints live sadly and sadly die; Our joy with a sullen heaven strives; The firmament cannon sound peal on peal When nothing but foolish deeds is done, Yet a shuddering through men's hearts may run And all the nations in anguish kneel Beneath a faultlessly smiling sun." But the hushed, bare treetops all carol together When the bird in my heart is singing, And the dark sky glimmers in cloudy weather When up through the parting soul-mists springing My spirit has broken its tether, And all things sullen and dumb and drear To the listening spirit attuned to hear With heaven's still music are ringing. Lo, I am the lord of my storm and my sun! Lo, I am the lord of my sky and my rain! My soul is at home in a happy domain Vaulted o'er by the smile of the Beautiful One. He gave me the sceptre; and shall I not reign? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |