The people of the earth are mighty, And their time is at hand. They do not yet dream how soon, But I dream. The rulers of the earth are stubborn, But their end is at hand. They do not dare to think of the end, But I dare. The dead of the earth are past reckoning, But they are still to be reckoned with. They do not seem to be living, But I live. For to dream and to dare Is the only life, And to dream and to dare and to die Is the only resurrection. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY WINTER FANTASY by ADELE BABBITT ASOLANDO: PONT DELL' ANGELO, VENICE by ROBERT BROWNING ADDRESS TO THE SHADE OF THOMSON THE POET by ROBERT BURNS |