Slow creatures, slow, Nuzzle and press, And take their food In the darkness! No stir is now In all that once was all! No dream; no sound; No sight; no sense, is there! Unseen, the beam of the sun! Unknown, the ring of the light! Unknown, in the cave! Unseen, by the slow, slow, hungers! Naught's left -- But food! All else, that was, Is away! -- Far away In the Gleam! In the Ring! In the Beam! In the Sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING A BIRTHDAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A MORNING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT CONTRABAND by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |