Back to the grand Apollo! Tell me not A mortal had to do with this. I know That if a god content him here below, A mightier god must bind him to the spot. Can this be genius that can so enthral, And lift us, Mahomet-like, until we feel The very heaven around us, and we reel In the delight of worship? Who can call This splendid triumph stone? Say rather we Behold a god who came to men, and met His punishment in marble; yet he lives While we, with all our throbbing being set, Worship with the bold thought that it may be Idolatry that heaven itself forgives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |