And thus the mind by its own impulse deep, As lightning instantly enlighteneth, May cleave the shades of sin, the shapes of death That pace it round all day and never sleep, That watch the wall all night and pace it round-- Yet not its own. In man's extremity God lends the light we use, the strength we keep. So let us use that light, that we may be Oh, not perhaps with others thronged and crowned But at the last in white arrayment found,-- So daily use it, that the mystery Of life we touch: in cloud and wind and tree, In human faces that about us dwell, And the deep soul that knoweth heaven and hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD |