On lonely shores where dreams are drifted sand He follows to the end a star's bright course, A ghostly hunter without hound or horse, The warrior bard, last of the Druid band; But still his wizard harp rings in his hand Beside the Stream of Sorrow's hidden source, Still from a breaking heart his wild songs force Their way into the god's mysterious land. Dauntless he sings, and sees the drear wood turn To golden orchards by the river bed Where healing waters of the rainbow run; And past the valley near great peaks that burn With beaconing fire, the hero-bard is led Up toward the Dragon City of the Sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ARGO'S CHANTY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GOLD AND STEEL; THE ANSWER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |