With A Copy Of Shelley Poem by Harriet Monroe
With A Copy Of Shelley
BEHOLD, I send thee to the heights of song,
My brother! Let thine eyes awake as clear
As morning dew, within whose glowing sphere
Is mirrored half a world; and listen long,
Till in thine ears, famished to keenness, throng
The bugles of the soul, till far and near
Silence grows populous, and wind and mere
Are phantom-choked with voices. Then be strong—
Then halt not till thou seest the beacons flare
Souls mad for truth have lit from peak to peak.
Haste on to breathe the intoxicating air—
Wine to the brave and poison to the weak—
Far in the blue where angels' feet have trod,
Where earth is one with heaven and man with God.
This is an excellent classic sonnet and a rich poetic tribute to Shelley, my all time favourite.
Interesting sonnet. Not sure how MODERN this poem is, however, since the poet died in 1936.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:09:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wine to the brave and poison to the weak— Can't believe poet has gone in 1936. Just time 2015, if necessity of sonnet writing still demands poetry, imitating piece could be their inspiration.