Reposeful spot horizoned by the stress Of thunderous cities! Here stern Nature seems One verdurous peace, an atmosphere of dreams, With ever-lilting languorous caress. Yet everywhere a laborous mightiness, A fine vibration, youthly anvilled, streams, -- Felt music, muted clangor, wisdom's themes Turning to vantage for the world's redress. This is the armory of intellect Where swords of thought are wrought for lords of strife, The while th' enfreedomed spirit beats down brawn On the last lines of darkness, stands erect, Grasping the vision of dominion life, And cries, "The Day!" across the reddening dawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST |