If I could take your mountains in my heart And tell the wonder in another land, As to some mariner mumbling o'er a chart Strangers would hearken and not understand. For you, without a poet or a past Await establishment; the years seem long While we by hope and search, by feast and fast, Prepare the passage for our king of song. He will not suddenly burst into our day, He will not come till we have cut the way. 'Tis more than one man's life to strike the reef, To delve the precious ore, crush out the gold, Hammer the metal into delicate leaf, Or link by precious link forge chains that hold The wandering passions of men in one vast fold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP TALK by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |