Cloud-maidens that float on for ever, Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair, Let us rise from our Sire's loud river, Great Ocean, and soar through the air To the peaks of the pine-covered mountains where the pines hang as tresses of hair. Let us seek the watchtowers undaunted, Where the well-watered cornfields abound, And through murmurs of rivers nymph-haunted The songs of the sea-waves resound; And the sun in the sky never wearies of spreading his radiance around. Let us cast off the haze Of the mists from our band, Till with far-seeing gaze We may look on the land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |