THE seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of consummate Heaven Heaving beneath him like a mother's breast Warm with her first-born's slumber in that nest. The poet sings upon the earth grave-riven, Before the naughty world, soon self-forgiven For wronging him, -- and in the darkness prest From his own soul by worldly weights. Even so, Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high; Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low: The universe's inward voices cry 'Amen' to either song of joy and woe: Sing, seraph, -- poet, -- sing on equally! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER SPRING COURAGE by MADELINE BENEDICT DEATHLESS LOVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WILD DOVES by GEORGES BOUTELLEAU |