HERE room and kingly silence keep Companionship in state austere; The dignity of death is here, The large, lone vastness of the deep; Here toil has pitched his camp to rest: The west is banked against the west. Above you gleaming skies of gold One lone imperial peak is seen; While gathered at his feet in green Ten thousand foresters are told: And all so still! so still the air That duty drops the web of care. Beneath the sunset's golden sheaves The awful deep walks with the deep, Where silent sea doves slip and sweep, And commerce keeps her loom and weaves. The dead red men refuse to rest; Their ghosts illume my lurid West. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |