INTO the living elements of things I, Proteus, mingle, seeking strange disguise; I track the Sun-god on an eagle's wings, Or look at horror thro' a murderer's eyes, In shape of horned beasts my shadow glides Among broad-leaved flow'rs that blow 'neath Afric tides. A wind of ancient prophecy swept down, And wither'd up my glory -- where I lay On Paris' bosom, in the Trojan town; Troy vanish'd, and I wander'd far away, -- Till, lying on a virgin's breast I gazed Thro' infant eyes, and saw, as in a dream, The great god Pan, whom I had raised and praised, Float, huge, unsinew'd, down a mighty stream, With leaves and lilies heap'd about his head, And a weird music hemming him around, While, dropping from his nerveless fingers dead, A brazen sceptre plung'd with hollow sound; A trackless ocean, wrinkling far away, Open'd its darkness for the unking'd day. Moreover, as he floateth on, at rest, With lips that flutter'd still and seem'd to speak, An eagle, swooping down upon his breast, Pick'd his blank eyeballs out with golden beak. Thro' wondrous change on change -- Haunted for ever by a hollow tune Made ere the birth of Sun, or Stars, or Moon -- I, Proteus, range. Nay, evermore I grow Darker, with deeper pow'r to see and know: -- For in the end, I, Proteus, shall cast All wondrous shapes aside but one alone, And stand (while round about me in the Vast, The Earth, Sun, Stars, and Moon, burn out at last) -- A Skeleton, that kneels before a Throne! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT WORDS by PAUL VERLAINE POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS PURSUIT AND POSSESSION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COMPARES THE TROUBLES WHICH HE HAS UNDERGONE, TO LABOURS OF HERCULES by PHILIP AYRES |