AROUND the earth, like tides of ocean, Runs God's transcendent harmonies, They break in music of emotion On hearts which touch the keys. Not to the land of far forever Must all souls wait to hear his song, The men who wage a great endeavor On earth have heard it long. The vast, white orchestras of heaven Have played through countless perished years, And they have heard to whom is given The fiercest trials, the hottest tears. They only hear a song terrestrial Who fight to gain a mortal goal, They hear the chords of song celestial Who wage the battle of the soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CRISIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER RIDE NOT TOO FAST WITH BEAUTY by ELSIE TWINING ABBOTT AURORA by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |