WHAT is the truth to believe, What is the right to be done? Caught in the webs I weave I halt from sun to sun. The bright wind flows along, Calm nature's streaming law, And its stroke is soft and strong As a leopard's velvet paw. Free of the doubting mind, Full of the olden power, Are the tree, and the bee, and the wind, And the wren, and the brave may-flower. Man was the last to appear, A glow at the close of day; Slow clambering now in fear He gropes his slackened way. All the up-thrust is gone, Force that came from of old, Up through the fish, and the swan, And the sea-king's mighty mould. The youth of the world is fled, There are omens in the sky, Spheres that are chilled and dead, And the close of an age is nigh. The time is too short to grieve, Or to choose, for the end is one: And what is the truth to believe, And what is the right to be done? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE OLD WYLIE'S STONE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A DAY IN THE CASTLE OF ENVY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART |