Cloud upon cloud The world is a seeming, Feigns dying, but dies not, Corpses rise ruddy, Follow their funerals. Seest thou not brother Drops hate detachment, And atoms disorder, How they run into plants, And grow into beauties. The darkness will glow, The solitude sing | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PAN'S PIPING by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE ON THE ART OF WRITING by PHILIP AYRES THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |