O BEAT and pause that count the life of man, Throb of the pulsing heart! Ripple of tides and stars beyond our scan! Rhythm o' the ray o' the sun and the red o' the rose! Thrill of the lightning's dart! All, all are one beyond this world of shows. Neither with eyes that see nor ears that hear May we discern thee here, Nor comprehend, O Life of life, thy laws, But all our idols praise the perfect whole; And I have worshipped thee, O rhythmic soul, Chiefly in beat and pause. O beat and pause that count the life of man, Throb of the pulsing heart! Ripple of tides and stars beyond our scan! Rhythm o' the ray o' the sun and the red o' the rose! Thrill of the lightning's dart! Yea, all are one behind our world of shows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |