I journeyed home: such flood of blossoms never <br />Had welcomed me… a throbbing in the field <br />And in the grove there was of sleeping powers. <br />I saw the river, slope and shire enthralled, <br />And you, my brothers, sun-heirs of the future: <br />Your eyes, still chase, are harboring a dream, <br />Once yearning thoughts in you, to blood shall alter… <br />My sorrow-stricken life to slumber leans, <br />But graciously does heaven's promise guerdon <br />The fervent… who may never pace the Realm. <br />I shall be earth, shall be the grave of heroes, <br />That sacred sons approach to be fulfilled. <br />With them the second age comes, love engendered <br />The world, again shall love engender it. <br />I spoke the spell, the circle has been woven… <br />Before the darkness fall, I shall be snatched <br />Aloft and know: through cherished fields shall wander <br />On weightless soles, aglow and real, the God.<br /><br />Stefan Anton George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hyperion-2/
