Yes, pray thy God to give, whate'er thou art, Some work to be by thee with reverence wrought: Some trumpet note obeyed, some good fight fought, Ere thou lay down thy weapons and depart. Brood on thyself, until thy lamp be spent; Bind all thy force to compass and invent; But shun the reveries of voluptuous thought, Day-musings, the floralia of the heart And vain imaginations: else may start Beside the portals of thy tower or tent, Rending thy trance with dissonant clang and jar, A summons that shall drive thee wild to hear-- Loud, as when in the dreaming conqueror's ear Antigenidas blew a point of war. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |