RUDE sledge, that shalt the mortal relic be, When he is nameless dust, of that strong soul Who won the great adventure of the Pole, I read the lineaments of fate in thee. Thou art the image of necessity, Framed of denial, the wise will's control, -- "Least will do most," -- "Spare all, and win the whole," Thou sayest, -- "Art, life, are brothers unto me." So was that soul accoutred, in and out; So stood he on the gray roof of the world, Gazing on heavens he lifted up from earth; Illimitable chaos round about Knelt to his flag; victor, beneath him whirled Earth's axis; and within him was man's mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL A SONNET. ON CYNTHIA SICK by PHILIP AYRES |