STILL northward is the central mount of Maine, From whose high crown the rugged forests seem Like shaven lawns, and lakes with frequent gleam, "Like broken mirrors," flash back light again. Eastward the sea, with its majestic plain, Endless, of radiant, restless blue, superb With might and music, whether storms perturb Its reckless waves, or halcyon winds that reign, Make it serene as wisdom. Storied Spain Is the next coast, and yet we may not sigh For lands beyond the inexorable main; Our noble scenes have yet no history. All subtler charms than those that feed the eye, Our lives must give them; 'tis an aim austere, But opes new vistas, and a pathway clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |