STRANGE was the doom of Heracles, whose shade Had dwelling in dim Hades the unblest, While yet his form and presence sat a guest With the old immortals when the feast was made. Thine like, thus differs; form and presence laid In this dim chamber of enforced rest, It is the unseen " shade " which, risen, hath pressed Above all heights where feet Olympian strayed. My soul admires to hear thee speak; thy thought Falls from a high place like an August star, Or some great eagle from his air-hung rings - When swooping past a snow-cold mountain scar - Down the steep slope of a long sunbeam brought. He stirs the wheat with the steerage of his wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WARS FOR THE FOURTH TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS |