He holds his course, he stoops not at command, That stately-soaring Eagle of Saint John! Though, all-agape, the learned critics stand To lure him to their fancy-perch, upon The lower rounds of time; straight up he soars From holy Zion! bound by no Greek rules, Nor held in leash by Alexandrian schools - The mind of Christ, not Plato's, he explores; Sunward he hies. Ye sages, clear your ken, See true for once, and register your sight; And in the note-books fretted by your pen, While yet your eye-balls glow, the vision write: And, when the unrighteous question stirs again, Remember what you wrote as thoughtful men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS THE BRITISH PHILIPPIC by MARK AKENSIDE THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA |