WHY sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, Coil within coil, at noon-tide? For the WORD Yields, if with unpresumptuous faith explored, Power at whose touch the sluggard shall unfold His drowsy rings. Look forth! -- that Stream behold, THAT STREAM upon whose bosom we have passed Floating at ease while nations have effaced Nations, and Death has gathered to his fold Long lines of mighty Kings -- look forth, my Soul! (Nor in this vision be thou slow to trust) The living Waters, less and less by guilt Stained and polluted, brighten as they roll, Till they have reached the eternal City -- built For the perfected Spirit of the just! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAY - . by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |