A poem about the glory of God

[Sirona]

A poem about the glory of God ... at least to my humble understanding of poetry. Hope you like it.

 

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

 

Song of Apollo

 

The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie

Curtained with star-enwoven tapestries

From the broad moonlight of the open sky;

Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,

Waken me when their mother, the grey Dawn,

Tells them that Dreams and that the moon is gone.

Then I arise; and climbing Heaven's blue dome,

I walk over the mountains and the waves,

Leaving my robe upon the Ocean foam.

My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves

Are filled with my bright presence, and the air

Leaves the green Earth to my embraces bare.

The sunbeams are my shafts with which I kill

Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day.

All men who do, or even imagine ill

Fly me; and from the glory of my ray

Good minds, and open actions take new might

Until diminished, by the reign of night.

I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flowers

With their aetherial colours; the moon's globe

And the pure stars in their eternal bowers

Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;

Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine

Are portions of one spirit; which is mine.

I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven;

Then with unwilling steps, I linger down

Into the clouds of the Atlantic even.

For grief that I depart they weep and frown

What look is more delightful, than the smile

With which I soothe them from the Western isle?

I am the eye with which the Universe

Beholds itself, and knows it is divine.

All harmony of instrument and verse,

All prophecy and medicine are mine;

All light of art or nature to my song

Victory and praise, in its own right, belong.

[Guest guest]

if you read saam veda (sam veda) you woudl be thrilled by its poetic character.

 

jai sri krishna! -madhav