No cloud is on the heavens, and on the sea <br />No sail: the immortal, solemn ocean lies <br />Unbroken sapphire to the walling skies- <br />Immutable, supreme in majesty. <br />The billows, where the charging foam leaps free, <br />Burden the winds with thunder. Soul, arise! <br />For ghostly trumpet-blasts and battle-cries <br />Across the tumult wake the Past for thee. <br />They call me to a dim, disastrous land, <br />Where fallen marbles tell of mighty years, <br />Heroic architraves, but where the gust <br />Ripples forsaken waters. Lo! I stand <br />With armies round about, and in mine ears <br />The roar of harps reborn from legend's dust.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-cloud-is-on-the-heavens/
