I shall recall this day when I am old. And though my brain be dull with weight of years, And my heart's blood run thin by life's long tears, I shall have this my spirit to uphold; I shall have this to cloak me from the cold. As Death the intermediary nears, I shall remember Mansfield and my fears Will vanish then into the mind's stronghold. Today I stood on Mansfield's upturned face -- An atom of a god whose vision spied Into infinity through finite space; And narrow is the world, but very wide The mystic reaches of that other place Where we are one with earth and wind and tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |