Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee, Bowing my head in deep humility Before the silent thunder of thy power. Sometimes I flee before thy blazing light, As from the specter of pursuing death; Intimidated lest thy mighty breath, Windways, will sweep me into utter night. For oh, I fear they will be swallowed up- The loves which are to me of vital worth, My passion and my pleasure in the earth- And lost forever in thy magic cup! I fear, I fear my truly human heart Will perish on the altar-stone of art! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE WORLD AND THE QUIETEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD TEN YEARS AFTER by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |