To lord all Godland! lift the brow Familiar to the moon, to top The universal world, to prop The hollow heavens up, to vow Stern constancy with stars, to keep Eternal watch while eons sleep; To tower proudly up and touch God's purple garment-hems that sweep The cold blue north! Oh, this were much! Where storm-born shadows hide and hunt I knew thee, in thy glorious youth, And loved thy vast face, white as truth. I stood where thunderbolts were wont To smite thy Titan-fashioned front, And heard dark mountains rock and roll; I saw the lighting's gleaming rod Reach forth and write on heaven's scroll The awful autograph of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 1 by WILLIAM BASSE MARCELIA; A TRAGICOMEDY, SELECTION by FRANCES BOOTHBY |