This latent mine -- these unlaunch'd voices -- passionate powers, Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout, (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,) These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death, Or sooth'd to ease and sheeny sun and sleep, Within the pallid slivers slumbering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |