THERE comes a moment when to believe is not enough, When to go on merely feeling and thinking is inexcusable... There comes a moment when we must out and act. For at the last We must pass thought through matter, giving it flesh. That is the act of creation, that only Life: That is what the world means with its physical beauty, And what our bodies mean, projected, solid... Passion has become lips and arms, and the billowing seas... Many scholars have died of this malady, Many dreamers have rotted in cloistered safety, Much of greatness has passed, still-born... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 2. MUTUAL LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |