And ever must I fan this fire? Thus ever in flame on flame aspire? Ever restless, restless, craving rest— The Imperfect toward Perfection pressed! Yea, for the God demands thy best. The world with endless beauty teems, And thought evokes new worlds of dreams: Hunt then the flying herds of themes! And fan, still fan, thy fervid fire, Until thy crucibled gold shall show That fire can purge as well as glow. In ordered ardour, nobly strong, Flame to the height of epic song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST THE WHITE SHIP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON |