This is the brief physical eye To see the event That shall last forever. Handsmindbreath Live out their time In the presence of a beginning That comes in storm, As once Friday came. Nor shall we see The starved hands of worshippers Covered with rings; The straight pillar of faith Lost in the lace-work of stone; The age-long trail of martyrs, Or the bones of impossible saints. Of us It shall be enough to mark us forever, To say: "They were alive." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE KING'S HAND by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON DON'T YOU WISH YOU KNEW! by A. H. B. THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |