PROMETHEUS, forming Mr Day, Carved something like a man in clay. The mortal's work might well miscarry; He, that does heaven and earth control, Alone has power to form a soul, His hand is evident in Harry. Since one is but a moving clod, T'other the lively form of God; Squire Wallis, you will scarce be able To prove all poetry but fable. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN NORTHERN CALIFORNIA NIGHT (STRAITS OF CARQUINEZ) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WIDOWER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD LOVE POEMS: 2. ON A LADY'S YELLOW HAIR, POWDERED WITH WHITE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: 'CARPE DIEM' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |