AMID all the turmoil and the care—the worry, the fever, the anxiety, The gloomy outlook, fears, forebodings. The effort to keep up with the rush of supposed necessities, supposed duties, The effort to catch the flying point of light, to reach the haven of Peace—always in the future— Amid all, glides in the little word Now. As when the winds of March with their long brooms sweep the dead leaves from the surface of the ground, and the Earth in virgin beauty with the growing grass once more appears; So when all this debris of thought from the Past, of anxiety about the Morrow, is at last swept away, Does the vast ever-Present beneath reveal its perfect rondure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH A YOUTH TO HIS FATHER by WALTER R. ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |