Eternity is a wind-blown husk And fools run after it; And when a sand-storm brings the dusk, They call it the infinite. On the surface -- the surface -- is Beauty found, And the surface of life goes deep; For where it is lost in the underground, We sleep -- we sleep -- we sleep. There is nothing else but the surface of life, Nor ever was nor will be! -- Except the sleep that endeth life; And may that fall gently on me! Fall gently on me, and ere it fall, Let me once more pretend That the one I love the most of all Is with me at the end. Let the wind-blown husk, eternity, Dance over infinite sand, So the one I love come once to me, And give me her little hand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |