LOW on the utmost boundary of the sight, The rising vapors catch the silver light; Thence fancy measures, as they parting fly, Which first will throw its shadow on the eye, Passing the source of light; and thence away, Succeeded quick by brighter still than they. For yet above these wafted clouds are seen (In a remoter sky still more serene) Others, detached in ranges through the air, Spotless as snow, and countless as they 're fair; Scattered immensely wide from east to west, The beauteous semblance of a flock at rest. These, to the raptured mind, aloud proclaim Their mighty Shepherd's everlasting name; And thus the loiterer's utmost stretch of soul Climbs the still clouds, or passes those that roll, And loosed imagination soaring goes High o'er his home and all his little woes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE S. BARNABIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PARADOX by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE MATER DOLOROSA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THESE WAVES OF YOUR GREAT HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |