All hail! fair vistas break upon the view, The gates swing wide and free with clanging sound, Rejoice! a mighty champion is found, Son of the morning, prescient and true. Upon the threshold of a cycle new He stands, and sentinels its virgin ground, Seer in his poet-visioning profound, Presaging vaster reaches—skies more blue. Lifting their misty glances to the day, The prismic children pass the erstwhile bars, Exultant, swiftly, boundingly they stray, Awhile forgetful of deep, hidden scars Thus, as a golden legend time shall tell Of him who wrought so mightily and well! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW |