With all that is: and here the tongue is dumb, The voice is silent, and the heart is still. What things have been, what wilder things will come, Are locked forever from the straining will. Only we know no shaping thought or plan Started the weary whirling of the spheres; Only we know the drifting mote called man Is nothing in the spinning of the years. And whether there are years we are not sure: Or whether space is boundless or is bound. We only know that darkness will endure, And that no savior sun or moon is found: Only the flicker of a falling star, Taunting how black the blacker spaces are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL SUMMER SUN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN |