'Ever exulting in thyself; on fire To flaunt the purple of the Universe, To strut and strut, and thy great part rehearse; Ever the slave of every proud desire; Come now a little down where sports thy sire; Choose thy small better from thy abounding worse; Prove thou thy lordship who hadst dust for nurse, And for thy swaddling the primeval mire!' Then stooped our Manhood nearer, deep and still, As from earth's mountains an unvoyaged sea; Hushed my faint voice in its great peace until It seemed but a bird's cry in eternity; And in its future loomed the undreamable, And in its past slept simple men like me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OLD MOTHERS by CHARLES SARSFIELD ROSS DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS HIS PRAYER TO PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BURY THEM by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY by JOHN BYROM |