Where waves a line of larger growth, -- Subsidiary bluet, -- There shines the spirit of an oath, And scarce would rue it. For high is hope and lost is low, And swift commotion Is buried vastly in the slow Remorseless ocean. Intent upon the bourgeoning bough -- Ecstatic moment! -- How heed the Everlasting Now? How reck the comment? So self-involved and intricate Beyond all seeming, We pass to capture and narrate Anacreon's dreaming. Inveterate line of larger growth! Alas, Lord Gilbert! I knew no spirit of an oath, Nor cared a filbert. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |