Let klumps of Earth however glorified Roll round & round & still renew their cycle/ Man rushes like a winged Cherub thro' The infinite Space, and that which has been Can therefore never be again -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORK WITHOUT HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU DREAM ENCONTERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST RAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO 'THE WIFE' by BERTON BRALEY |