Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty,
Planting his stedfast footsteps in the sea,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place,
Spares but the cloudy border of his base
To the foiled searching of mortality;
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,
Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honored, self-secure,
Didst tread on earth unguessed at-better so!
All pains the immortal spirit must endure,
All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow,
Find their sole speech in that victorious brow.
Shakespeare
Matthew Arnold
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Poem topics: heaven, sea, earth, place, speech, question, knowledge, spirit, majesty, endure, secure, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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