Here therefore ends my sad soul's pilgrimage, In tears for sin and half-redeemed desire. She was unworthy her high martyr's rage, Or to be wholly purified by fire. O Rome, thy ways are narrow and aspire Too straitly for the knees of this halt age, And, with the multitude, her forces tire, Even while she holds thee fast, her heritage. Path of sublime perfection upon Earth! Your's is it in the clamour of vain days To guard the calm eternal of Man's birth And like an eagle to renew his days. Give me your blessing, angels, ere I go, Angels that guard the bridge of Angelo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EUMENIDES: THE FURIES' PRAYER by AESCHYLUS NIGHT LAUGHTER by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |