NOT that the earth is changing, O my God! Nor that the seasons totter in their walk,-- Not that the virulent ill of act and talk Seethes ever as a winepress ever trod,-- Not therefore are we certain that the rod Weighs in thine hand to smite thy world; though now Beneath thine hand so many nations bow, So many kings:--not therefore, O my God!-- But because Man is parcelled out in men To-day; because, for any wrongful blow, No man not stricken asks, 'I would be told Why thou dost thus;' but his heart whispers then, 'He is he, I am I.' By this we know That the earth falls asunder, being old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 156 by PETRARCH FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY A PRAYER FOR LOVE by ELSA BARKER BRUSHED BY THE MASTER'S HAND by PAUL FLOYD CORNISH THE SERENADE; A SONG by THOMAS D'URFEY CONTENTION BETWEEN FOUR MAIDS CONCERNING ... ADDED MOST PERFECTION by JOHN DAVIES (1569-1626) |