@3(By Dartmoor, Sept 1893)@1 All day long upon her throne Reason sat, Ruled the realm which is her own Judged of this, disputed that: Now the heart doth beat alone! In the deep lane by the hedge Trails a leaf, And along the river's edge The low wind awakes the grief In the dry heart of the sedge. Journey through the wood you must Though the tread Falter in the soundless dust, And the dark oaks overhead Shudder in a silent gust! Journey through the wood you shall When the tors Are grown dark and tragical, And the wit no longer soars, And the valley lights enthrall! Night hath just that mystic power Now as when, On the moor there, hour by hour, Those old Neolithic men 'Mongst their monstrous stones did cower While the screech-owl swept the ground, And the wolf Went his swift mysterious round On the shore of midnight's gulf Where the dead sheep's bones are found! In a circle of gray stone Reason sat All day long among her own, Arguing this, rejecting that: Now the heart must beat alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN SNOW-FLAKES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS |