Harriet Monroe

(23 December 1860 – 26 September 1936 / Chicago, Illinois)

With A Copy Of Shelley - Poem by Harriet Monroe

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.


Comments about With A Copy Of Shelley by Harriet Monroe

  • Gold Star - 5,396 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (2/17/2015 10:03:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (2/17/2015 7:22:00 PM)

    This is an excellent classic sonnet and a rich poetic tribute to Shelley, my all time favourite. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 23,123 Points Kim Barney (2/17/2015 4:58:00 AM)

    Interesting sonnet. Not sure how MODERN this poem is, however, since the poet died in 1936. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 17, 2015


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