TO the stars through difficulties! Go, my soul, Straight on thy path of purpose ever higher; Retreat not from thy foes, man, beast, or fire. Fight through them! Fiercely fight thou to the goal Up that far road where constellations roll; God hath not set low limit to desire Nor stilled for thee the heavenly lute or lyre. Thou, thou! must blaze the steep trail of control. Burnish thy sword! Thy golden mail swing on, And with huge impulse burst thy racking bars. Wait not the titan tonic of the dawn, Lest it should find thee all too woe-begone; But forward now, while freshly bleed thy scars, And like a giant stride on to the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND LOOKING FORWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA RETREATS by CARRIE ADAMS BERRY NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ONE IN A HOSTILE CAMP by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CREOLE SLAVE SONG: BELLE LAYOTTE by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION |