Though the world keeps changing its form as fast as a cloud, still what is accomplished falls home to the Primeval. Over the change and the passing, larger and freer, soars your eternal song, god with the lyre. Never has grief been possesed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed. Only the song through the land hallows and heals. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FRIENDS AND FOES by WILLIAM BLAKE THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OSWEGO LAKE by MARGARET BRADSHAW OCTOBER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. BY THIS HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |