O ancient ocean, with what courage stern Thy tides, since time began, have sought to gain The luring moon, toward which they rise in vain, Yet daily to their futile aim return. Like thee do glorious human spirits yearn And strive and fail and strive and fail again Some starlike aspiration to attain, Some light that ever shall above them burn. Yet truly shall their recompense abide To all who strive, although unreached their goal: The ceaseless surgings of the ocean tide Do cleanse the mighty waters which they roll, And the high dreams in which it vainly sighed Make pure the deeps of the aspiring soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TWELVE SONNETS: 6 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TROUBADOUR by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS THE ASSUMPTION by JOHN BEAUMONT WITH ILLUSTRATION TO GRAY'S POEMS by WILLIAM BLAKE |