If I shall find some other world Where never bud of sin occurs, And pain is not, nor suffering, Nor heartache ever grimly blurs; If I shall know serenity All rippleless and without prod, I wonder if I should not cry, At last, for pain and tempest, God? I do not know. I do not know. But this I know—my raptures seem To follow at Old Travail's heels— The joy divine, the holy dream. I do not know, but this to me As noontime sky is frank and clear— That out of cloud and lightning flash The rainbows' colorings appear A placid Eden bower I think Would be as Gobi lusterless. Eternal harps would hound my ears With dins my soul would long to miss; And, shorn of struggle and unrest I venture soon I'd lift my eyes In prayer to God to take it back, Or lash me forth from Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM THE SPAN OF LIFE by LEVI BISHOP QUEEN MARY'S LETTER TO BOTHWELL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE REFORMER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |