Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CLAY, by EDWARD VERRALL LUCAS


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First Line: We are but clay,' the preacher saith
Last Line: In thanks for this same kindly clay.
Subject(s): Clay; Friendship


"WE are but clay," the preacher saith;
"The heart is clay, and clay the brain,
And soon or late there cometh death
To mingle us with earth again."

Well, let the preacher have it so,
And clay we are, and clay shall be;—
Why iterate?—for this I know,
That clay does very well for me.

When clay has such red mouths to kiss,
Firm hands to grasp, it is enough:
How can I take it aught amiss
We are not made of rarer stuff?

And if one tempt you to believe
His choice would be immortal gold,
Question him, Can you then conceive
A warmer heart than clay can hold?

Or richer joys than clay can feel?
And when perforce he falters nay,
Bid him renounce his wish, and kneel
In thanks for this same kindly clay.





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