God of the hills, the seas, a granite wall Pillared of Hercules' shoulder and girt of his might— Give of your strength! I call as the Dead might call: Crash the deep darkness of me—that I be Light! Strength would I, God, but not by Achilles' heel, Bound to a thing that menacing time may steal. Blood-marked, my path—I cry no compassioning breast; My certitude, forge it of iron, unharried by jest Of living, of dying ... till defying all gods would I dare @3The virtue of unshorn Samson ... in the market to bare!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE |