O dreamful Jason, at the roaring ford Of life's Anaurus, now she pleads with thee, The crouching beldame, grim Reality. Uplift her bravely, trusting in thy Lord! Howsoe'er wearisome, howe'er deplored, Dare 'neath her weight the dark profundity Of midnight waters, with thy spirit free And resolute for truth, thy soul a sword! Her weight increases still? Yet struggling on Thy feet shall win the misty farther shore, And there the truth that wreathes an older story Greet thee with splendors of a sudden dawn,— The heavy hag thy dauntless shoulders bore Flash on thine eyes as queen of heaven's glory! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON TO A BIRCH TREE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON 11TH R.S.R. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ANOTHER JOURNEY FROM BETHUNE TO CUINCHY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |