ALL around me, everywhere, Through the dreamy world of air— Underneath me, overhead, Like the shadows of the dead, Float the endless mysteries. Through the russet Autumn leaves, Where the purple twilight weaves Wondrous webs of light and shade, Silent cities rise and fade— Cities without histories. Through the tangle and the brake, Till they meet the silver lake, Run the merry mountain streams— Fall like ever-fading dreams In the ocean of the night. O'er the mountain, through the glen, And the city filled with men, Float the navies of the air— Drop their anchors everywhere Through the silent depths of light. Underneath them waves of sound, With strange melody resound; On their decks the sailors sing, Keeping time with everything On the earth and in the air. And within me, like a voice, Something bids my soul rejoice, Saying: "Seek not to explain, Where thy search must be in vain; Let thy soul be lost in prayer." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |