OH splendours unattainable! Oh heights unclimbed of thought! Oh hidden secrets of the skies, By lifted hands and straining eyes, Through dim, unnumbered centuries Unprofitably sought. Yet must our hopeless vision scan The immeasurable plan. The earth with Spring's first flowers grows glad, The skies, the seas are blue, But still shall finer spirits turn With hearts that long, and souls that burn, And for some ghostly whiteness yearn, Some glimpses of the True; Chasing some fair ideal sweet, Breathless with bleeding feet. High Summer comes with warmth and light. The populous cities teem; Through statue-decked perspectives, long, Aglow with painting, lit with song, Surges the busy, world-worn throng. But, ah! not these their dream, Not these, like that white ghost allure, August, celestial, pure. Crowning the cloud-based ramparts, shines The City of their love; Now soft with fair reflected light, And now intolerably bright, Dazzling the feeble, struggling sight, It beckons from above. it gleams above the untrodden snows, Flushed by the Dawn's weird rose. It gleams, it grows, it sinks, it fades, While up the perilous height, From the safe, cloistered walls of home, Low cot, or aery palace dome The faithful pilgrims boldly come. Though Heaven be veiled in night, They come, they climb, they dare not stay, Whose feet forerun the Day. And some through midnight darkness fall Missing the illumined sky; And some with cleansed heart and mind, And soul to lower splendours blind, The city of their longing find, Clear to the mortal eye. By all, or here, or leagues beyond the Sun, At last the Height is won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |