Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OCTAVES: 19, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON



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First Line: We lack the courage to be where we are
Last Line: On anvils, in the gleaming of god's forge.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


Nor jewelled phrase nor mere mellifluous rhyme
Reverberates aright, or ever shall,
One cadence of that infinite plain-song
Which is itself all music. Stronger notes
Than any that have ever touched the world
Must ring to tell it -- ring like hammer-blows,
Right-echoed of a chime primordial,
On anvils, in the gleaming of God's forge.






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