How far soe'er thou wanderest from His law, The gift of God we reverence in thee, Painting thy thought in gorgeous pageantry, To thrill the soul with ecstasy and awe -- Now with voluptuous syllables to draw Remorseful tears; now, like the wintry sea, All tempest-tongued, in midnight majesty, Dread as the void primeval darkness saw. For, since Titanic Milton smote the sky, And echoes in the depths responsive found Of chaos and the howling gates of hell, No messenger of song hath soared so high, Nor strewn with ranker luxury the ground, Than thou. that singest of the worst so well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM by KATHARINE LEE BATES A CITY PIPER by MORRIS ABEL BEER TO A DEAD JOURNALIST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |