Back to the grand Apollo! Tell me not A mortal had to do with this. I know That if a god content him here below, A mightier god must bind him to the spot. Can this be genius that can so enthral, And lift us, Mahomet-like, until we feel The very heaven around us, and we reel In the delight of worship? Who can call This splendid triumph stone? Say rather we Behold a god who came to men, and met His punishment in marble; yet he lives While we, with all our throbbing being set, Worship with the bold thought that it may be Idolatry that heaven itself forgives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |