Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE: 3, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Gathering the echoes of forgotten wisdom Last Line: Bright constellation. | ||||||||
Gathering the echoes of forgotten wisdom, And mastered by a proud, adventurous purpose, Columbus sought the golden shores of India Opposite Europe. He gave the world another world, and ruin Brought upon blameless, river-loving nations, Cursed Spain with barren gold, and made the Andes Fiefs of Saint Peter; While in the cheerless North the thrifty Saxon Planted his corn, and, narrowing his bosom, Made covenant with God, and by keen virtue Trebled his riches. What venture hast thou left us, bold Columbus? What honour left thy brothers, brave Magellan? Daily the children of the rich for pastime Circle the planet. And what good comes to us of all your dangers? A smaller earth and smaller hope of heaven. Ye have but cheapened gold, and, measuring ocean, Counted the islands. No Ponce de Leon shall drink in fountains, On any flowering Easter, youth eternal; No Cortes look upon another ocean; No Alexander Found in the Orient dim a boundless kingdom, And, clothing his Greek strength in barbarous splendour, Build by the sea his throne, while sacred Egypt Honours his godhead. The earth, the mother once of godlike Theseus And mighty Heracles, at length is weary, And now brings forth a spawn of antlike creatures, Blackening her valleys, Inglorious in their birth and in their living, Curious and querulous, afraid of battle, Rummaging earth for coals, in camps of hovels Crouching from winter, As if grim fate, amid our boastful prating, Madeus the image of our brutish fathers, When from their caves they issued, crazed with terror, Howling and hungry. For all things come about in sacred cycles, And life brings death, and light eternal darkness, And now the world grows old apace; its glory Passes for ever. Perchance the earth will yet for many ages Bear her dead child, her moon, around her orbit; Strange craft may tempt the ocean streams, new forests Cover the mountains. If in those lattter days men still remember Our wisdom and our travail and our sorrow, They never can be happy, with that burden Heavy upon them, Knowing the hideous past, the blood, the famine, The ancestral hate, the eager faith's disaster, All ending in their little lives, and vulgar Circle of troubles. But if they have forgot us, and the shifting Of sands has buried deep our thousand cities, Fell superstition then will seize upon them; Protean error, Will fill their panting heart with sickly phantoms Of sudden blinding good and monstrous evil; There will be miracles again, and torment, Dungeon, and fagot, -- Until the patient earth, made dry and barren, Sheds all her herbage in a final winter, And the gods turn their eyes to some far distant Bright constellation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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