We are not alone under that canopy Star-jewelled, wherein our vows were spoken once, For, as our pulses dim and all we see Moves slowlier and gapes like any dunce, We are not alone; not we alone grow old, Heavy and crumbling, but our space-washed crag Trembles and slows; the sun is turning cold; A million universes lapse and lag . . . At length when earth and ocean shall be one And air and space all one -- one tepid level Of neuter formlessness, and God and devil Are blent and fused to one and that one none, Will not the world's life then turn new and young, As from us aging, strong fresh life has sprung? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS HYMN by HARRIET AUBER TO SLEEP, WHEN SICK OF A FEVER by PHILIP AYRES TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT MAN MUST DO MORE FOR MAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AUTUMN [OR, NOVEMBER DAYS] by JOHN CLARE |