Painter of day, let my dark spirit fly Past the Trinacrian Sound, to gaze upon The deathless horses of Hyperion Driven up fiery stairs tumultuously: To see once more the Achaian prows glide by, Odysseus in his burnished galleon, Nereides that sing him swiftly on, And baffled Cyclops fading in the sky. Master, you paint the passion of the Earth, The faint victorious music of her birth, The splendour of things lost and things grown old; And show us song new-wrought with ardent might Of strong-winged morning and of sure delight, Of hyacinthine mist, and shining gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING TO YOUTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LINES WRITTEN ON WINDOWS OF THE GLOBE INN, DUMFRIES by ROBERT BURNS |