MY heart is homeless as the wind, And dark as northern waters are, More desolate than midnight pools That never held a star. But like the uncompanioned sun That goeth forth from east to west, Or mourning, solitary moon Arising from her rest, To climb the steepest hills of cloud Or sink upon an inland sea, Beyond the ramparts of the world I wander, lone and free. I've heard the cry of dead men's bones That clamour at the gates of morn, And whimpering of naked souls Impatient to be born, I know the dark and loathsome caves Of crouching Fear and writhing Shame; And dreadful, oozy, songless swamps The words of sunken Fame. I've seen the shining galaxy Of mute, unrecogniséd worth, Apparent failures bursting through The envelope of earth. I know the salt and bitter strand, The terrible No More's demesne, Lit by the cold, auroral flame Of things that might have been. And in the silent polar night, With ear upon the icy ground, Behind the footsteps of Despair I've caught another sound, Diffused as scent made audible, And faint as far-off foreign peals, The tread of final Destiny, Hope's golden chariot wheels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES AN ATHENIAN GARDEN by TRUMBULL STICKNEY TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT |