Never until our souls are strong enough To plunge into the crater of the Scheme -- Triumphant in the flash there to redeem Love's handsel and forevermore to slough, Like cerements at a played-out masque, the rough And reptile skins of us whereon we set The stigma of scared years - are we to get Where atoms and the ages are one stuff. Nor ever shall we know the cursed waste Of life in the beneficence devine Of starlight and of sunlight and soul-shine That we have squandered in sin's frail distress, Till we have drunk, and trembled at the taste, The mead of Thought's prophetic endlessness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LAUTERBRUNNEN by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON WORLDLY PLACE by MATTHEW ARNOLD UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN ENGLISH COUNTRY (WHERE THREE SHIRES MEET) by WILLIAM BLISS WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |