METHOUGHT I floated sightless, nor did know That I had ears until I heard the cry As of a mighty man in agony: "How long, Lord, shall I lie thus foul and slow? The arrows of thy lightning through me go, And sting and torture me—yet here I lie A shapeless mass that scarce can mould a sigh!" The darkness thinned; I saw a thing below Like sheeted corpse, a knot at head and feet. Slow clomb the sun the mountains of the dead, And looked upon the world: the silence broke! A blinding struggle! then the thunderous beat Of great exulting pinions stroke on stroke! And from that world a mighty angel fled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PHYLLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |