What, O Eternity, Is time to thee? What to the boundless All My portion small? Lift up thine eyes, my soul! Against the tidal roll Stands many a stone, Whereon the breakers thrown Are dashed to spray; Else were the ocean dumb. So, in the way Of tides eternal, thou Abidest now; And God himself doth come A suppliant to thee, Love's prisoned thought to free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TWO OF A KIND by WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT |