STRANGE was the doom of Heracles, whose shade Had dwelling in dim Hades the unblest, While yet his form and presence sat a guest With the old immortals when the feast was made. Thine like, thus differs; form and presence laid In this dim chamber of enforced rest, It is the unseen " shade " which, risen, hath pressed Above all heights where feet Olympian strayed. My soul admires to hear thee speak; thy thought Falls from a high place like an August star, Or some great eagle from his air-hung rings - When swooping past a snow-cold mountain scar - Down the steep slope of a long sunbeam brought. He stirs the wheat with the steerage of his wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM-PEDLARY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA MAY CELEBRANTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET UNEASY PEACE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 32. EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |