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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IDEAL, by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS Poet's Biography First Line: Toil on, poor muser, to attain that goal! Last Line: And to possess it pay its tribute -- death. | |||
TOIL on, poor muser, to attain that goal Where Art conceals its grandest, noblest prize; Count every tear that dims your aching eyes, Count all the years that seem as days, and roll The death-tides slowly on; count all your sighs; Search the wide, wondrous earth from pole to pole, Tear unbelief from out your martyred soul; Succumb not, chase despondency, be wise; Work, toil, and struggle with the brush or pen, Revel in rhyme, strain intellect and ken; Live on and hope despite man's sceptic leers; Praise the Ideal with your every breath, Give it life, youth and glory, blood and tears, And to possess it pay its tribute -- Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARRACK by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS CONFESSION by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS GRAVES by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS PASTEL by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS THE ANDALUSIAN SERENO by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS THE SPHINX SPEAKS by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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