OH, a hidden power is in my breast, A power that none can fathom; I call the tides from seas of rest, They rise, they fall, at my behest; And many a tardy fisher's boat, I've torn apart and set afloat, From out their raging chasm. For I'm an enchantress, old and grave; Concealed I rule the weather; Oft set I, the lover's heart a-blaze, With hidden power of my fulgent rays, Or seek I the souls of dying men, And call the sea-tides from the fen, And drift them out together. I call the rain from the mountain's peak, And sound the mighty thunder; When I wax and wane from week to week, The heavens stir, while vain men seek, To solve the myst'ries that I hold, But a bounded portion I unfold, So nations pass and wonder. Yea, my hidden strength no man may know; Nor myst'ries be expounded; I'll cause the tidal waves to flow, And I shall wane, and larger grow, Yet while man rack his shallow brain, The secrets with me still remain, He seeks in vain, confounded. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |