The shining moments are so far between! From their clear crests we see the dawn unfurled In films of opal on the dew-drenched world -- Life, life, daedal, harmonious, serene! Then darkness. For that aerial wide scene, Tempests down mountain by-paths madly hurled; This way and that our tortured souls are whirled, Blinded, aghast, beneath the lightning's green. The peaks are moments; lifelong lasts the dark. Yet, soul, be strong! Thou hast beheld the sun, Hast known that life is wisdom and is one. Stanch thy despair! The cloud-rack thou dost mark May hide a crest whereto thy wanderings bend. And this, too, ends. There is a certain end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA |