A WEIGHT of awe, not easy to be borne, Fell suddenly upon my Spirit -- cast From the dread bosom of the unknown past, When first I saw that family forlorn. Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn The power of years -- pre-eminent, and placed Apart, to overlook the circle vast -- Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn While she dispels the cumbrous shades of Night; Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud; At whose behest uprose on British ground That Sisterhood, in hieroglyphic round Forth-shadowing, some have deemed, the infinite The inviolable God, that tames the proud! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM SYCAMORE (1790-1880) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE |