O GRANITE nature; like a mountain height Which pierces heaven! yet with foundations deep, Rooted where earth's majestic forces sleep, In quiet breathing on the breast of night: -- Proud thoughts were his that scaled the infinite Of loftiest grasp, and calm Elysian sweep; Fierce thoughts were his that burnt the donjon keep Of ancient wrong, to flood its crypts with light: Yet o'er his genius, firm as Ailsa's rock, Large, Atlantean, with grim grandeur dowered, -- Love bloomed, and buds of tender beauty flowered: -- Yet down his rugged massiveness of will Unscarred by alien passion's fiery shock, Mercy flowed melting like an Alpine rill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON PREPARATIONS FOR VICTORY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GRACE AFTER MEAT (3) by ROBERT BURNS ON THE DEATH OF A MOTHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |