Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stone Wherein thou liest, hid to all but me, Grant thou that when my art hath made thee known And others bow, I shall not worship thee. But, as I pray thee now, then let me pray Some greater god, -- like thee to be conceived Within my soul, -- for strength to turn away From his new altar, when, that task achieved, He, too, stands manifest. Yea, let me yearn From dream to grander dream! Let me not rest Content at any goal! Still bid me spurn Each transient triumph on the Eternal Quest, Abjuring godlings whom my hand hath made For Deity, revealed, but unportrayed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE SHRINE by RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 86. LOST DAYS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON AMERICA by JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |