HUSH! 'tis the gap between two lightnings. Room Is none for peace in this thou callest peace, This breathing-while wherein the breathings cease. The pulses sicken, hearkening through the gloom. Afar the thunders of a coming doom Ramp on the cowering winds. Lo! at the dread, Thy heart's tomb yawns and renders up its dead, -- The hopes 'gainst hope embalmed in its womb. Canst thou endure, if the pent flood o'erflows? Who is estated heir to constancy? Behold, I hardly know if I outlast The minute underneath whose heel I lie; Yet I endure, have stayed the minute passed, Perchance may stay the next. Who knows, who knows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG |