And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb, Nor you, ye lost designs alone -- nor failures, aspirations; I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again -- duly the hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending, Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself, The rhythmus of Birth eternal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |