LOOK on him. This is he whose works ye know; Ye have adored, thanked, loved him, -- no, not him! But that of him which proud portentous woe To its own grim Presentment was not potent to subdue, Nor all the reek of Erebus to dim. This, and not him, ye knew. Look on him now. Love, worship if ye can, The very man. Ye may not. He has trod the ways afar, The fatal ways of parting and farewell, Where all the paths of pained greatness are; Where round and always round The abhorred words resound, The words accursed of comfortable men, -- 'For ever'; and infinite glooms intolerable With spacious replication give again, And hollow jar, The words abhorred of comfortable men. You the stern pities of the gods debar To drink where he has drunk -- The moonless mere of sighs, And pace the places infamous to tell, Where God wipes not the tears from any eyes, Where-through the ways of dreadful greatness are. He knows the perilous rout That all those ways about Sink into doom, and sinking, still are sunk. And if his sole and solemn term thereout He has attained, to love ye shall not dare One who has journeyed there; Ye shall mark well The mighty cruelties which arm and mar That countenance of control, With minatory warnings of a soul That hath to its own selfhood been most fell, And is not weak to spare: And lo, that hair Is blanched with the travel-heats of hell. If any be That shall with rites of reverent piety Approach this strong Sad soul of sovereign Song, Nor fail and falter with the intimidate throng; If such there be, These, these are only they Have trod the self-same way; The never-twice revolving portals heard Behind them clang infernal, and that word Abhorred sighed of kind mortality, As he -- Ah, even as he! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SPIRITS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES AN ANGRY WORD by MARGARET E. BRUNER DROUGHT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |