When time was young, man had his birth From elemental things of earth, Out of the grey mists, deep and vast In long ago, dim ages past. His body still is one with these; Mountains and rivers, rocks and trees, With changing things of life it must Decay and crumble into dust. His soul, a spark of the divine, (These walls of clay cannot confine) Breaks forth, defying time and space, With the Creator finds its place. When time is old, man still shall be Living through all eternity -- His crumbled dust, beneath the sod -- His spirit dwelling with his God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SESTET SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |