TWO voices are there: one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty voice: In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty! There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven: Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft: Then cleave, O, cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH by ROBERT HERRICK FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE APPROACH OF LOVE by LOUIS ARAGON |