Like some still angel who, in toilless might, The empyrean cleaves with unstirred wings, Heedless of his proud speed save where it springs About his feet like blown, quick-curling light -- So passed our ship in soft, gloom-charmed flight, Midmost a huge, drear shade of sea and air, Voiceless, indissoluble, saving where Prowwards awoke two folds of fiery white. The wash of dim infinity, the swoon Of vasty quiet hushed us. Then the least Dawn quivered -- nay, the east dreamed of the moon. Breathless, we watched. Again! Ah, elfin east! The white day leaped upon the world. The miles Of sea flamed loose -- and then we saw those isles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |