Inoculate with Immortality This Flesh: Nay drug it with oblivion. It is too fabulously frail to be The vessel to hold heat like any sun: And all its wanton flame is spilled too soon To number it among the minor stars: Nor has it beauty dead unlike the moon. It is no better than a log that chars Blackened and brittle into cold decay. And yet beloved it has housed your heart And mine: become our shelter for a day: Our habitation: Something set apart; Hollow but hallowed with a gleam of spirit: Our Heaven or fantastically near it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THEN LAUGH by BERTHA ADAMS BACKUS TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |