Quotes of Alfred Noyes - somelinesforyou

“ Stand like a beaten anvil, when thy dream Is laid upon thee, golden from the fire. Flinch not, though heavily through that furnacegleam The black forgehammers fall on thy desire. Demoniac giants round thee seem to loom. 'Tis but the worldsmiths heaving to and fro. Stand like a beaten anvil. Take the doom Their ponderous weapons deal thee, blow on blow. Needful to truth as dewfall to the flower Is this wild wrath and this implacable scorn. For every pang, new beauty, and new power, Burning bloodred shall on thy heart be born. Stand like a beaten anvil. Let earth's wrong Beat on that iron and ring back in song. ”