GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning: He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake: And lo! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are, standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings? -- Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MERLIN'S PROPHESY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |