Another: opposite as sky and lands-- As distant too, thy beauty gleams on me. Bend downward from thy heaven of chastity And I will reach with earthy flickering hands. For I am grim and stained, thou white and shrined. 'Tis better so. No common love our doom, Half-nursed, half-forced, in common cold and gloom-- But quick, convulsively, our souls shall strike And, in the dance of life, tumultuous wind Like fresh and salt indeed. O thus may we Join instantly, like to the cloud and sea In whirling pillar!--nor meet in darkness like Stalactite and stalagmite, ignorantly Nearing each other, slow and of one kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE A HOLIDAY by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG THE DEBT by KATHARINE LEE BATES |