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With craft and dreadful might He arms himself to fight. On earth he has no equal. No strength of ours can match his might We would be lost, rejected. But now a champion comes to fight, Whom God Himself elected. You ask who this may be? The Lord of hosts is He, Christ Jesus, mighty Lord, God's only Son, adored. He holds the field victorious.
Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. (lines 42–48) Galahad continues by comparing the vision to light clothed in drapery: [5] A maiden knight-to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet ...
The rhyme scheme of the poem is ABBA ABBA CDCD CD. This Italian or Petrarchan sonnet uses the last six lines to answer the first eight lines (octave). The octave is the problems and the sestet is the solutions.
The work as a whole takes the form of a poem in parallel strophes, and the author, it may be surmised, has drawn on a tradition of such poems in both Egyptian and Jewish communities, in which a similarly female divinity (Isis or aspect of the divine Sophia respectively) expounds her virtues unto an attentive audience, and exhorts them to strive ...
Answering a reader's question about the poem in 1879, Longfellow himself summarized that the poem was "a transcript of my thoughts and feelings at the time I wrote, and of the conviction therein expressed, that Life is something more than an idle dream." [13] Richard Henry Stoddard referred to the theme of the poem as a "lesson of endurance". [14]
"Where art thou, my beloved Son," Poems founded on the Affections: 1807 The Forsaken 1804 "The peace which other seek they find;" Poems founded on the Affections: 1842 Repentance. 1804 A Pastoral Ballad "The fields which with covetous spirit we sold," Poems of Sentiment and Reflection (1820); Poems founded on the Affections (1827–) 1820
Only the light of the Spirit of Beauty gives grace and truth to the restless dream which life is. If the Spirit of Beauty remained constantly with man, man would be immortal and omnipotent. It nourishes human thought. The poet beseeches this spirit not to depart from the world. Without it, death would be an experience to be feared.
Through the future meaning, the poem itself does not only sound as something that might have happened in the past, but it may even be a kind of "prophecy" (69) for what might come—the future. At last, Shelley again calls the Wind in a kind of prayer and even wants him to be "his" Spirit: "My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!" (62).