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...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD |