"The heart of the world beats aloof from our lives. Under a sweet-browed, happy sky Saints live sadly and sadly die; Our joy with a sullen heaven strives; The firmament cannon sound peal on peal When nothing but foolish deeds is done, Yet a shuddering through men's hearts may run And all the nations in anguish kneel Beneath a faultlessly smiling sun." But the hushed, bare treetops all carol together When the bird in my heart is singing, And the dark sky glimmers in cloudy weather When up through the parting soul-mists springing My spirit has broken its tether, And all things sullen and dumb and drear To the listening spirit attuned to hear With heaven's still music are ringing. Lo, I am the lord of my storm and my sun! Lo, I am the lord of my sky and my rain! My soul is at home in a happy domain Vaulted o'er by the smile of the Beautiful One. He gave me the sceptre; and shall I not reign? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |