DARK head by the fireside brooding, Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: Tender-hearted, in your lonely Sorrow I would fain Comfort you, and say that only Gods could feel such pain. Only spirits know such longing For the far away; And the fiery fancies thronging Rise not out of clay. Keep the secret sense celestial Of the starry birth; Though about you call the bestial Voices of the earth. If a thousand ages since Hurled us from the throne: Then a thousand ages wins Back again our own. Sad one, dry away your tears: Mount again anew: In the great ancestral spheres Waits the throne for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THERE WAS A GARDEN by MARIE BARTON |