Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE IDEAL, by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER Poet's Biography First Line: When wilt thou with thy fancies holy Last Line: Life's debtthe minutes, days and years. Alternate Author Name(s): Schiller, Friedrich Von Subject(s): Idealism | ||||||||
THEN wilt thou, with thy fancies holy Wilt thou, faithless, fly from me? With thy joy, thy melancholy, Wilt thou thus relentless flee? O Golden Time, O Human May, Can nothing, Fleet One, thee restrain? Must thy sweet river glide away Into the eternal Ocean-Main? The suns serene are lost and vanish'd That wont the path of youth to gild, And all the fair Ideals banish'd From that wild heart they whilome fill'd. Gone the divine and sweet believing In dreams which Heaven itself unfurl'd! What godlike shapes have years bereaving Swept from this real work-day world! As once, with tearful passion fired, The Cyprian Sculptor clasp'd the stone, Till the cold cheeks, delight-inspired, Blush'dto sweet life the marble grown: So youth's desire for Nature!round The Statue so my arms I wreathed, Till warmth and life in mine it found, And breath that poets breatheit breathed; With my own burning thoughts it burn'd; Its silence stirr'd to speech livine; Its lips my glowing kiss return'd Its heart in beating answer'd mine! How fair was then the flowerthe tree! How silver-sweet the fountain's fall! The soulless had a soul to me! My life its own life lent to all! The Universe of things seem'd swelling The panting heart to burst its bound, And wandering Fancy found a dwelling In every shape, thought, deed, and sound. Germ'd in the mystic buds, reposing, A whole creation slumbered mute, Alas, when from the buds unclosing, How scant and blighted sprung the fruit! How happy in his dreaming error, His own gay valor for his wing, Of not one care as yet in terror Did Youth upon his journey spring; Till floods of balm, through air's dominion, Bore upward to the faintest star For never aught to that bright pinion Could dwell too high, or spread too far. Though laden with delight, how lightly The wanderer heavenward still could soar, And aye the ways of life how brightly The airy Pageant danced before! Love, showering gifts (life's sweetest) down, Fortune, with golden garlands gay, And Fame, with starbeams for a crown, And Truth, whose dwelling is the Day. Ah! midway soon lost evermore, Afar the blithe companions stray; In vain their faithless steps explore, As one by one, they glide away. Fleet Fortune was the first escaper The thirst for wisdom linger'd yet; But doubts with many a gloomy vapor The sun-shape of the Truth beset! The holy crown which Fame was wreathing, Behold! the mean man's temples wore, And, but for one short spring-day breathing, Bloom'd Lovethe Beautifulno more! And ever stiller yet, and ever The barren path more lonely lay, Till scarce from waning Hope could quiver A glance along the gloomy way. Who, loving, lingered yet to guide me, When all her boon companions fled, Who stands consoling yet beside me, And follows to the House of Dread? Thine FRIENDSHIPthine the hand so tender, Thine the balm dropping on the wound, Thy task the load more lightly to render O! earliest sought and soonest found! And Thou, so pleased, with her uniting, To charm the soul-storm into peace, Sweet TOIL, in toil itself delighting, That more it labored, less could cease; Tho' but by grains thou aid'st the pile The vast Eternity uprears, At least thou strik'st from Time the while Life's debtthe minutes, days and years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO STUDIES IN IDEALISM: 2. HARVARD '61: BATTLE FATIGUE by ROBERT PENN WARREN TO A FRIEND, WITH A VOLUME OF VERSES by MATHILDE BLIND VERSES ON DANGER OF ATTACHING WRONG IDEAS TO WORDS OR EPITHETS by JOHN BYROM PHI BETA KAPPA POEM; HARVARD, 1914 by BLISS CARMAN IDEALISM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IDEALISTS by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG LETTER TO A PURIST by SYLVIA PLATH AN IDEALIST by CALE YOUNG RICE COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER |
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