Though the world keeps changing its form as fast as a cloud, still what is accomplished falls home to the Primeval. Over the change and the passing, larger and freer, soars your eternal song, god with the lyre. Never has grief been possesed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed. Only the song through the land hallows and heals. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND |