BEHOLD in heaven a floating dazzling cloud, So dazzling that I could but cry Alas! Alas, because I felt how low I was; Alas, within my spirit if not aloud, Foreviewing my last breathless bed and shroud: Thus pondering, I glanced downward on the grass; And the grass bowed when airs of heaven would pass, Lifting itself again when it had bowed. That grass spake comfort; weak it was and low, Yet strong enough and high enough to bend In homage at a message from the sky: As the grass did and prospered, so will I; Tho' knowing little, doing what I know, And strong in patient weakness till the end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |