Call, -- call -- and bruise the air: Shatter dumb space! Yea! We will fling this passion everywhere; Leaving no place For the superb and grave Magnificent throng, The pregnant queens of quietness that brave And edge our song Of wonder at the light (Our life-leased home), Of greetings to our housemates. And in might Our song shall roam Life's heart, a blossoming fire Blown bright by thought, While gleams and fades the infinite desire, Phantasmed naught. Can this be caught and caged? Wings can be clipt Of eagles, the sun's gaudy measure gauged, But no sense dipt In the mystery of sense: The troubled throng Of words break out like smothered fire through dense And smouldering wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 10. THE PALATINE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AFTER THE SOIREE by F. R. D. B. SUNSET-MOOD by STANLEY E. BABB THE KNITTING by MARGARET BARBER |