POET and Friend! Pause while the bells of Time Ring out this great division of your days, And let the cadence of these sombre plays Be the grave echo of their silver chime; And as you slowly up to glory climb, Nigh fainting in the lower thorny ways, Take solace from the eternal wreath of bays That crowns at last this weary brow sublime; His was a soul whose calm intensity Glared, shadeless, at the passion-sun that blinds, Unblinded, till the storm of song arose; -- Even as the patient and Promethean sea Tosses in sleep, until the vulture winds Swoop down and tear the breast of its repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |