Hungry unnumbered since the birth of time Question the dusty sky In vain: no answer there. Gone, gone, as darkness floods the day, Fled, sped, unsatisfied— Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. (The scabbard falls, yet the bright sword Guardian no longer Speeds, speeds to the Horseman's hand.) Still time arrogant, invincible, is armed with death; Still the unregarding worlds roll on; The universe expands—is dumb. With no stone hunger be fed, but quickening bread When tall-sceptered time at last Is whipped, stripped, done and dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW HIPPOLYTUS TEMPORIZES by HILDA DOOLITTLE INGRATITUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY A CHARACTER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |