HEART of great hopes, glance of arriving day, Step of sure lightness, voice as crystalline As music on the waters, come away, And shun this cranked and cogged and loud machine; Whose dusty motion too long looked upon Commands a blurred and subjugate response, And though you be the merriest soul, anon Will have you. Rise, and baffle it at once; From clockwheel, graph and gauge run gloriously astray. That is not error, is not dreaming guess When from the star unheavened the tragic light Glares blue and makes the stone road bodiless While the dumb farms lie drunken with midnight. Where the wan woman in her dusky shawl Flits past the stumbling horse and is but air, There is the subtilty that bloods us all; And long if on your white-armed love you stare She's floatingly transfigured to this shepherdess. In music playing let your life recline And marvel not when at some gracious pause Bright answer wakes and feels itself divine, Yours is to chime response, not track the cause. For there are gleams of sun and gleams of God, And bells in heaven, and campanology -- Hear, and be sphered above; nor pry nor prod; The sweet wind swelling through the choral tree, The voice that ends a dream have borne a charm too fine. When June's white-throated warm convolvulus From the green hedge seems wisdom watching you, Gaze, gaze and gaze; here's chance harmonious; The old stone sunning by is watching too. Fear nothing, so you have not strumpeted The pride and essence which is yours and theirs; They have their moments when they droop the head, And when they feel the God whose beams and airs Come angelizing all that grin not "Is it thus?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT A SWEET LULLABY by NICHOLAS BRETON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST THE LORDS OF THE MAIN by JOSEPH STANSBURY MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |