The shining and ponderous goblet I empty: the earth drops below me, All things sink away,—I am treading Cold space—the vast void—the dim ether. But distant, in ancient space looming, My glimmering goblet: the Sun. I look—far below me are lying The rivers, the forests, the valleys, Estranged in the vanishing distance. A cloud, blowing fog on my eyelids, Trails gossamer gold in its going. The flickering landscape is burning Its last: mid-day stars newly-kindled Look into my soul, sparkling: "Welcome," With radiance silently streaming: "The end of long wanderings, brother, Lies here, in your motherland, welcome!" Slow hour upon hour in procession, Slow centuries, smiling, pass onward. In ancient space proudly I lift it, My glimmering goblet: the Sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY TO A BUNCH OF GRAPES; RIPENING IN MY WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES COMPENSATION by ANNE MILLAY BREMER NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME by ROBERT BURNS THE PASSING OF THE BIRDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VERSES ON DANGER OF ATTACHING WRONG IDEAS TO WORDS OR EPITHETS by JOHN BYROM |