Representative Poetry Online
On this day: March 15th
Random Poem of the Day
1 Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
2 The thunders breaking at her feet:
3Above her shook the starry lights:
4 She heard the torrents meet.
5 There in her place she did rejoice,
6 Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,
7But fragments of her mighty voice
8 Came rolling on the wind.
9 Then stept she down thro' town and field
10 To mingle with the human race,
11And part by part to men reveal'd
12 The fulness of her face--
13 Grave mother of majestic works,
14 From her isle-altar gazing down,
15Who, God-like, grasps the triple forks,
16 And, King-like, wears the crown:
17 Her open eyes desire the truth.
18 The wisdom of a thousand years
19Is in them. May perpetual youth
20 Keep dry their light from tears;
21 That her fair form may stand and shine,
22 Make bright our days and light our dreams,
23Turning to scorn with lips divine
24 The falsehood of extremes!