GOD sent a poet to reform His earth. But when he came and found it cold and poor, Harsh and unlovely, where each prosperous boor Held poets light for all their heavenly birth, He thought -- Myself can make one better worth The living in than this -- full of old lore, Music and light and love, where Saints adore And Angels, all within mine own soul's girth. But when at last he came to die, his soul Saw earth (flying past to Heaven), with new love, And all the unused passion in him cried: O God, your Heaven I know and weary of. Give me this world to work in and make whole. God spoke: Therein, thou fool, hast lived and died! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPIGRAM: 14. TO WILLIAM CAMDEN by BEN JONSON A FAREWELL [TO C.E.G.] by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR |