Life's Aspiration: A More-than-Symbolic Sonnet for a Frontispiece of the Same Sort by George Wolfe Plank
A More-than-Symbolic Sonnet for a Frontispiece of the Same Sort by G EORGE W OLFE Plank .
Urged by the peacocks of our vanity
Up the frail tree of Life we climb and grope;
About our heads the tragic branches slope,
Heavy with Time and xanthic mystery.
Beyond, the brooding bird of Fate we see
Viewing the world with eyes forever ope'.
And lured by all the phantom fruits of Hope,
We cling in anguish to this fragile tree.
O louring skies! O clouds, that point in scorn
With the lean fingers of a wrinkled wrath!
O dedal moon, that rears its ghostly horn!
O secret stars athwart the cosmic path!
Shall we attain the glory of the Morn —
Or sink in some abysmal Aftermath!
Urged by the peacocks of our vanity
Up the frail tree of Life we climb and grope;
About our heads the tragic branches slope,
Heavy with Time and xanthic mystery.
Beyond, the brooding bird of Fate we see
Viewing the world with eyes forever ope'.
And lured by all the phantom fruits of Hope,
We cling in anguish to this fragile tree.
O louring skies! O clouds, that point in scorn
With the lean fingers of a wrinkled wrath!
O dedal moon, that rears its ghostly horn!
O secret stars athwart the cosmic path!
Shall we attain the glory of the Morn —
Or sink in some abysmal Aftermath!
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