................................................ Yet now I think I have finished the tale of my inferno. And inferno it was: the old one, whose gates the Son of Man flung open. From the same desert, on the same night, my eyes still awake to the silvery star, still, as the Kings of life, the Three Magi, heart, soul, and mind sleep untroubled. When shall we go beyond shores and mountains, to greet the birth of new labors, the new wisdom, the putting to flight of tyrants and demons, the end of superstition, and worship -the very first! -Noel on earth. The song of the skies, the march of peoples! Slaves, let us not curse life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EBB by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE PALACE OF ART by ALFRED TENNYSON AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ON A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1645 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |