Welcome Guest Login

BEETLING rock with roar and smoke Break bef

BEETLING rock with roar and smoke
Break before my hammer stroke!
Deeper I must thrust and lower
Till I hear the ring of ore.


From the mountain's unplumbed night
Deep amid the gold veins bright
Diamonds lure me rubies beckon
Treasure hoard that none may reckon.


There is peace within the deep
Peace and immemorial sleep
Heavy hammer burst as bidden
To the heart nook of the hidden!


Once I too a careless lad
Under starry heavens was glad
Trod the primrose paths of summer
Child like knew not care nor cummer.


But I lost the sense of light
In the poring womb of night
Woodland songs when earth rejoiced her
Breathed not down my hollow cloister.


Fondly did I cry when first
Into the dark place I burst
"Answer spirits of the middle
Earth my life's unending riddle! "


Still the spirits of the deep
Unrevealed their answer keep
Still no beam from out the gloomy
Cavern rises to illume me.


Have I erred? Does this way lead
Not to clarity indeed?
If above I seek to find it
By the glare my eyes are blinded.

Downward then! the depths are best
There is immemorial rest.
Heavy hammer burst as bidden
To the heart nook of the hidden!

Hammer blow on hammer blow
Till the lamp of life is low.
Not a ray of hope's fore warning
Not a glimmer of the morning..

Submit Your Poetry

by:- admin posted in:- henrik ibsen

Comments are closed. :(