No sign is made while empires pass. The flowers and stars are still His care, The constellations hid in grass, The golden miracles in air. Life in an instant will be rent Where death is glittering blind and wild— The Heavenly Brooding is intent To that last instant on Its child. It breathes the glow in brain and heart, Life is made magical. Until Body and spirit are apart The Everlasting works Its will. In that wild orchid that your feet In their next falling shall destroy, Minute and passionate and sweet The Mighty Master holds His joy. Though the crushed jewels droop and fade The Artist's labors will not cease, And of the ruins shall be made Some yet more lovely masterpiece. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 78 by ALFRED TENNYSON MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS CHRIST THE CONSOLER by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER BALLDE DES PENDUS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE SONNET OF FISHES by GEORGE BARKER |