I held a torch at the door of death and found That all things lived. I turned again and stood In the darkest hell of life and found it good. Then where they congregate who most expound The laws of things I came. And they are fools, Seeking eternity in a temporal dream While in their breasts the crimson current cools And life goes floating past them down the stream. Under the moon the pink peach blossoms glow, The Ebon branches trace themselves across A silver screen of meadow grass and moss And here all things are beautiful that grow. Oh breath of dust that quivers in the hand Of time, these things alone are yours to understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN THE PENDULUM by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS |