Restless, restless, craving rest, Forever must I fan this fire, Forever in flame on flame aspire? Yea, for the God demands thy best. The world with endless beauty teems, And thought evokes new worlds of dreams: Then hunt the flying herds of themes. And fan, yet fan thy fervid fire Until the crucibled ore shall show That fire can purge, as well as glow. In ordered ardor nobly strong, Flame to the height of ancient song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THESEUS AND ARIADNE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |