Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CONSCIENCE, by CHARLES WILLIAM STUBBS First Line: I sat alone with my conscience Last Line: Will be judgment enough for me. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | ||||||||
I SAT ALONE with my conscience In a place where time had ceased, And we talked of my former living In the land where the years increased; And I felt I should have to answer The question it put to me, And to face the answer and questions Through all eternity. The ghosts of forgotten actions Came floating before my sight, And things that I thought were dead things Were alive with terrible might. And the vision of all my past life Was an awful thing to face, Alone with my conscience sitting In that solemnly silent place. And I thought of a faraway warning, Of a sorrow that was to be mine, In a land that was then the future, But now is the present time. And I thought of my former thinking Of the judgment day to be; But sitting alone with my conscience Seemed judgment enough for me. And I wondered if there was a future To this land beyond the grave; But no one gave me an answer, And no one came to save. Then I felt that the future was present, And the present would never go by, For it was but the thought of my past life Growing into eternity. Then I woke from my timely dreaming, And the vision passed away, And I knew that the far-off seeming Was a warning of yesterday; And I pray that I may not forget it, In this land before the grave, That I may not cry in the future And no one come to save. And so I have learned a lesson Which I ought to have known before, And which, though I learned it dreaming, I hope to forget no more. So I sit alone with my conscience In the place where the years increase, And I try to remember the future In the land where time will cease. And I know of the future Judgment, How dreadful soe'er it be, That to sit alone with my conscience Will be judgment enough for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST |
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