Flower of the dust am I: for dust will flower, Before its final reckoning is had; And then this dust, in a hot sudden hour, Shall stagger, veer, and flounder, in a mad, Tumultuous plunge into that blazing sun -- Mere dust on fire -- that gave it once its birth; And man and all his doings shall be one With the charred cinder that was once an earth. And then again a brief, unhurried cooling, More flowers that walk and dream, maybe -- and then The aged sun will end its scanted ruling As surely as there is an end to men. The heavens at last will end, as all things must -- To let new heavens ripple out of dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS DOROTHY IN THE GARRET by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ANODYNE by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL GONERIL'S LULLABY, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE HEAVENLY BREEZE by GEORGE BURGESS |