THOUGH Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridged pearl, And portals of pure silver, walks the moon. Walk on, my soul, nor crouch to agony, Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, Basing thy throne above the world's annoy. Reign thou above the storms of sorrow and ruth That roar beneath; unshaken peace hath won thee; So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms of truth; So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee; So in thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, An honorable eld shall come upon thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SOUL'S SOLILOQUY by WENONAH STEVENS ABBOTT THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS RHENISH AUTUMN; TO TOUSSAINT LUCA by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |