Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DELPHI, by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Beneath the vintage moon's uncertain light Last Line: That I may know what delphi was indeed! Alternate Author Name(s): Houghton, 1st Baron; Houghton, Lord Subject(s): Delphi; Castri | ||||||||
BENEATH the vintage moon's uncertain light, And some faint stars that pierced the film of cloud, Stood those Parnassian peaks before my sight, Whose fame throughout the ancient world was loud. Still could I dimly trace the terraced lines Diverging from the cliffs on either side; A theatre whose steps were filled with shrines And rich devices of Hellenic pride; Though brightest daylight would have lit in vain The place whence gods and worshippers had fled; Only, and they too tenantless, remain The hallowed chambers of the pious dead. Yet those wise architects an ample part To Nature gave in their religious shows, And thus, amid the sepultures of art, Still rise the Rocks and still the Fountain flows. Desolate Delphi! pure Castalian spring! Hear me avow that I am not as they, Who deem that all about you ministering Were base impostors, and mankind their prey: That the high names they seemed to love and laud Were but the tools their paltry trade to ply; This pomp of Faith a mere gigantic fraud, The apparatus of a mighty lie! Let those that will believe it; I, for one, Cannot thus read the history of my kind; Remembering all this little Greece has done To raise the universal human mind: I know that hierarchs of that wondrous race, By their own faith alone, could keep alive Mysterious rites and sanctity of place, -- Believing in whate'er they might contrive. It may be that these influences, combined With such rare nature as the priestess bore, Brought to the surface of her stormy mind Distracted fragments of prophetic lore; For, howsoe'er to mortals' probing view Creation is revealed, yet must we pause, Weak to dissect the futile from the true, Where'er imagination spreads her laws. So now that dimmer grows the watery light, And things each moment more fantastic seem, I fain would seek if still the gods have might Over the undissembling world of dream: I ask not that for me aside be cast The solemn veil that hides what is decreed; I crave the resurrection of the past, That I may know what Delphi was indeed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CHARIOTEER OF DELPHI by JAMES INGRAM MERRILL THE VIEW FROM CASTRI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE TOMB OF LAIUS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES DELPHI HUMORESQUE by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY FROM DELPHI TO CAMDEN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE DELPHIAN CHILD by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |
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