I AM Yesterday, To-day, and To-morrow, The Divine Hidden Soul who created the gods, And who feedeth the blessed. I am Lord of the Risers from Death, Whose Forms are the lamps in the House of the Dead Whose shrine is the Earth. When the sky is illumined with crystal, Then gladden my road and broaden my path And clothe me in light. Keep me safe from the Sleeper in Darkness, When eventide closeth the eyes of the god And the door by the wall. In the dawn I have opened the Sycamore; My Form is the form of all women and men, My spirit is God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON MY DEAR GRANDCHILD SIMON WHO DIED ... ONE MONTH AND ONE DAY OLD by ANNE BRADSTREET FLAME LILIES by CHRISTINE F. BRONSON AN EVENING REVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |