The Half-asleep

By Thomas Wade

1805-1875


O FOR the mighty wakening that aroused
         The old-time Prophets to their missions high;
         And to blind Homer's inward sunlike eye
Show'd the heart's universe where he caroused
Radiantly; the Fishers poor unhoused,
         And sent them forth to preach divinity;
         And made our Milton his great dark defy,
To the light of one immortal theme espoused!
But half asleep are those now most awake;
         And save calm-thoughted Wordsworth, we have none
Who for eternity put time at stake,
         And hold a constant course as doth the sun:
We yield but drops that no deep thirstings slake;
         And feebly cease ere we have well begun.

DayPoems Poem No. 628
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