They swore they found the dark exceeding bitter: Death's arm and captain, whose obscene commands Sent beauty marching, save for some stars' glitter: They were afraid, and took each other's hands. But hands hold much of heat in little storage; And eyes are flickerless torches good as day; The flame of each to the other's flame cried courage; Soon heart to heart they sighed their grief away. The sun of a sudden glowing through the brushes, They woke and laughed, their eyes again were blue, They ran to the fields, and apprehending thrushes, Spoke not a word, but travelled in the dew. Travelled or tarried, breathing deep or breathless, Strong as the sun, and girded up, and deathless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TRINITIE SUNDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE OVIPAROUS TAILOR by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |