IF in a world where life is born of death, And from the fate of dying none is free, And the chief law is Strife, and ev'ry breath Of man and beast and bird and fish and tree Is daily drawn in dissolution's doubt -- If in a world like this there can be one Among the rounding shows to single out For praise -- then will I praise the Sun! The Sun, the Sun! -- though it can deserts make, And light its lanterns in their windswept bones; I praise the Sun that doth with glory flake The flowering meadows and the very stones; That can the world transfigure to my eye, And warm to substance all that shadows by. Praising I live, and when I foundered be, O thou beloved Sunlight, cover me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MASK OF ANARCHY; WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL |