HE set the trumpet to his lips, and lo! The clash of waves, the roar of winds that blow, The strife and stress of Nature's warring things, Rose like a storm cloud, upon angry wings. He set the reed pipe to his lips, and lo! The wreck of landscape took a rosy glow, And Life, and Love, and gladness that Love brings Laughed in the music, like a child that sings. Master of each, Arch-Master! We that still Wait in the verge and outskirt of the Hill, Look upward lonely -- lonely to the height Where thou hast climbed, for ever, out of sight! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN A HOUSE IN FESTUBERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN APRIL'S DREAM by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SUBWAY TRACK-WALKERS by DANA BURNET |