A FEW there are who to the troubled soul Can lay the ear with that physician-art Which by a whispered accent in the heart Follows the lurking treason that hath stole Into the citadel; -- a few whose scroll Of warning bears our safety, -- is a chart Of our unsounded seas, and doth impart Courage to hold the spirit to its goal. Of such is Amiel, lonely as a saint, -- Or as an eagle dwelling on peaks, in shade Of clouds, which now he cleaves for one wide look At the green earth, now for a circle faint Nearer the sun. Once more has Truth betrayed Secrets to Sorrow not in the sibyl's book. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |