Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the day is done, All's one to me -- I do not greatly care; So long as there are brown hills -- and a tree Like a mad prophet in a land of dearth -- And I can lie and hear eternally The vast monotonous breathing of the earth. I have known hours, slow and golden-glowing, Lovely with laughter and suffused with light, O Lord, in such a time appoint my going, When the hands clench, and the cold face grows white, And the spark dies within the feeble brain, Spilling its star-dust back to dust again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 57. AL-HAMID by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 46 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE CONVERSION by RALPH WILHELM BERGENGREN THEN AND NOW by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE MEISTERSINGER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |