Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord, Who was the Future, died full long ago. Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go, Poor child, and be not to thyself abhorred. Around thine earth sun-winged winds do blow And planets roll; a meteor draws his sword; The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chord And the long strips of river-silver flow: Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours. Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight About their fragile hairs' aerial gold. Thou art divine, thou livest, -- as of old Apollo springing naked to the light, And all his island shivered into flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE AFTER MUSIC by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY PRAYER FOR A CITY CHILD by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH |