The people of the earth are mighty, And their time is at hand. They do not yet dream how soon, But I dream. The rulers of the earth are stubborn, But their end is at hand. They do not dare to think of the end, But I dare. The dead of the earth are past reckoning, But they are still to be reckoned with. They do not seem to be living, But I live. For to dream and to dare Is the only life, And to dream and to dare and to die Is the only resurrection. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |