Awake, awake! The world is young, For all its weary years of thought: The starkest fights must still be fought, The most surprising songs be sung. And those who have no other Gods May still behold, if they bestir, The windy amphitheatre Where dawn the timeless periods. Then hear the shouting-voice of men Magniloquently rise and ring: Their flashing eyes and measured swing Prove that the world is young again. I was beyond the hills, and heard That old and fervent Goddess call, Whose voice is like a waterfall, And sweeter than the singing-bird. O stubborn arms of rosy youth, Break down your other Gods, and turn To where her dauntless eyeballs burn, -- The silent pools of Light and Truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |