If God be dead, and Man be left alone, And no immortal golden towers be fair, And nothing sweeter than earth's summer air Can ever by our yearning hearts be known;— If every altar now be overthrown, And the last mistiest hill-tops searched and bare Of Deity,—if Man's most urgent prayer Is just a seed-tuft tossed about and blown:— If this be so, yet let the lonely deep Of awful blue interminable sky Thrill to Man's kingly unbefriended cry: Let Man the secret of his own heart keep Sacred as ever;—let his lone soul be Strong like the lone winds and the lonelier sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER 1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON |