If this is all—one little ball Of transitory Earth, And we must fall, at Death's last call, Like apples—no more worth; Why do the stars make pathways for my eyes, The moon with melody fill all the skies, Creation's anthem peal for each sunrise— If our Earth ball is all? If Life is meat and only meat, For one swift day—then Night, And I must eat my morsel sweet, E'er fades its fitful light; What means this surge within like mystic leaven, Why do my hungers reach from hell to heaven, My soul range universes seven times seven, If Life is only meat? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD THE CLAIM OF KINDRED by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE PARDONER'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ANSWER TO THE PLATONICKS by ABRAHAM COWLEY POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 22. PREACHING AND PRACTICE by GEORGE CRABBE |