Oh, seek me not within a tomb— Thou shalt not find me in the clay! I pierce a little wall of gloom To mingle with the day! I brothered with the things that pass, Poor giddy joy and puckered grief; I go to brother with the grass And with the sunning leaf. Nor death can sheathe me in a shroud; A joy-sword whetted keen with pain, I join the armies of the cloud, The lightning and the rain. Oh, subtle in the sap athrill, Athletic in the glad uplift, A portion of the cosmic will, I pierced the planet-drift. My God and I shall interknit As rain and ocean, breath and air; And oh, the luring thought of it Is prayer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |