IN perfect Kingliness now reigns the Sun; At morn, as one who girds himself for speed, A Hero prompt to do a mighty deed, And not to rest until the deed be done, He rose: -- at noon he wore the guise of one, Who feels the purpose that his will decreed Half-perfect, and goes onward to his meed, Stronger than were his labour just begun; And now his aim attained, his triumph known, In conscious dignity he mounts his throne Of golden air, and ere the eve can spread Her pale-rose veil above his royal head, No courtier clouds around him, to the bed Of a victorious rest, he passes all alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOSQUITO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI THE ARID LANDS by HERBERT BASHFORD SLUMBER FAIRIES by KATHARINE LEE BATES |