I lift mine eyes, and lo! impetuous tears Bedim them, as the tides of thought o'erflow The soul's expansion. On thy peaks of snow Above the boreal revel Nature hears The chorus of the night-enkindled spheres Roll westward, while their flickering torches grow Like phantoms in the orient's warmer glow Ere yet the Dawn's imperial crest appears. But on thy deep foundations slumber Night And everlasting Silence. 'Tis their dream Alone that lingers when the darkness wanes; Amid the ephemeral seasons' bloom and blight, When earth and sky and ocean changeful seem, That sovereign Calm inviolate remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MENTAL TRAVELLER by WILLIAM BLAKE ASOLANDO: SUMMUM BONUM by ROBERT BROWNING THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE GREEN ROADS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SPRING IN NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |