I HAVE been set so high above mankind That all alone am I. Above me broods, ruthlessly dumb and blind, The riddle of the sky -- The casket of the Undiscovered Light Whose vision makes divine, Hidden from lesser men's ignoble sight But destined to be mine. For I have risen to the final snow In solitude complete, And trodden all men live and die to know Under my mounting feet. Alone, alone I seek with soul afire The sacrament supreme. What anodyne has earth for my desire Who famish for a dream? Music is mine, and solitary splendour, White, sky-encroaching peaks -- But oh, the call intolerably tender From lips no mortal seeks, In lands the boldest wanderer never charted, Whose pinnacles of stone Inviolate, whose valleys virgin-hearted Open to me alone! But I am weary, for the time is long; Why does the dawn delay? Weary of even lightning-leaps of song, Weary of night and day, For voices call me, call me from my sleep So that I rest no more, Like ripples from an undiscovered deep Upon a lonely shore. Bloom speedily for me, Immortal Rose, My being to fulfil! Haste -- for the silent skies above me close Darker . . . and darker still. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE NIGHT EXPRESS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AUGUST 20, 1807 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |