Mightier storms than this are brewed on earth That pricks the crystal lake with summer showers. The past hath treasure of sublimer hours, And God is witness to their changeless worth. Big is the future with portentous birth Of battles numberless, and nature's powers Outdo my dreams of beauty in the flowers, And top my revels with the demons' mirth. But thou, glad river that hast reached the plain, Scarce wak'st the rushes to a slumberous sigh. The mountains sleep behind thee, and the main Awaits thee, lulling an eternal pain With patience; nor doth Phoebe, throned on high, The mirror of thy placid heart disdain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES ON MUSIC by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE ROMERO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER by ROBERT BURNS FRAGMENT WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS CHAWORTH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |