All alone -- alone, Calm, as on a kingly throne, Take thy place in the crowded land, Self-centred in free self-command. Let thy manhood leave behind The narrow ways of the lesser mind: What to thee are its little cares, The feeble love or the spite it bears? Let the noisy crowd go by -- In thy lonely watch on high, Far from the chattering tongues of men, Sitting above their call or ken, Free from links of manner and form Thou shalt learn of the winged storm -- God shall speak to thee out of the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE AUTO-DA-FE; A LEGEND OF SPAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE AUTHOR'S LAST WORDS TO HIS STUDENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |