THIS is a breath of summer wind That comes -- we know not how -- that goes As softly, -- leaving us behind, Pleased with a smell of vine and rose. Poet, shall this be all thy word? Blow on us with a bolder breeze, Until we rise, as having heard The sob, the song of far-off seas. Blow in thy shell until thou draw, From inner whorls where still they sleep, The notes unguessed of love and awe, And all thy song grow full and deep. Feeble may be the scanty phrase, -- Thy dream a dream tongue never spake, -- Yet shall thy note, through doubtful days, Swell stronger for Endeavor's sake. As Jacob, wrestling through the night, Felt all his muscles strengthen fast With wakening strength, and met the light Blessed and strong, though overcast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEET STAY-AT-HOME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY SONNET: THE HUMAN SEASONS by JOHN KEATS A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE |