Then, as now, let it be the drawl of rivers Parleying broken silver that compels With voice whose beauty burdens and delivers My dust to struggle like a stir of bells. To rally wild, remembering the streams Of all the earth, rise valiantly, respond Some night when poised on swarthy silence dreams The moon, a great cool aqueous diamond! Oh! let desire go forth unpiloted And passionate to meet the glowing flood, Crying, "Thalassus is no longer dead: His fire trembles blindly in my blood!" Crying, "Thalassus is not dead, his fire Is in my blood and blinds me with desire!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD MEXICAN FUNERAL PROCESSION by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY GRIEVE NOT, LADIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH FOR ONE LATELY BEREFT by MARGARET E. BRUNER |