TAKE me to some waste of being, Virgin spaces, dark and far, Seas no vessel ever burdened, Skies that never held a star; There, my inmost soul all weeping, I may loose for Being's keeping Strange, abysmal thoughts that are. Let me stand, alone, unguarded, On some crag where fierce floods beat; Let hoarse tempest crash and echo, Storm-fire lick about my feet; In the hollow air of thunder I may shout my soul asunder, One pent syllable repeat. Let me sink where waves are deepest, Die from memory and air; Let effacing billows deafen Question, when I lived, or where; Only first be mine to murmur Thrice, and ever fiercely firmer, For I must -- one life-pent prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SHADOWS by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR A CHILD'S GRAVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FIRST LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON THE JEWISH MARTYRS by W. V. B. TO A SPIRIT (1) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |