Man hungers long. Into his cup is poured Wine of pearled brilliance or of flaming dyes From gold and silvern ewers of the skies -- The sun and moon. And on his banquet-board Rich lands of romance, glamorous seas, afford His vision viands. Yet with upturned eyes Like to poor Phineus, he still descries The shadows overhead, the birds abhorred. Ye dark enigmas of this universe, Cloud not my feast! God, give me thoughts to face And rend despair, as did the winged twain Who soared above the baffled guests of Thrace And hurled the harpies of Jove's ancient curse To whirlwind ruin o'er the Ionian main! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HARLEM DANCER by CLAUDE MCKAY THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 51. ASH-SHAHID by EDWIN ARNOLD BOX-CAR LETTERS by KARLE WILSON BAKER |