WE must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return: If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire, As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn. Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days: Surely here is soul: with it we have eternal breath: In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways, By unnumbered ways of dream to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE MEADOW STREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO 'THE WIFE' by BERTON BRALEY TO G. TRUSTRUM by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |