To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This - would be Poetry - Or Love - the two coeval come - We both and neither prove - Experience either and consume - For None see God and live | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE THE WILD FLOWER'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |