Who knows what depths it reaches, To what heights it goes? Only a gleam of sun upon life's ocean rests, As the sands in the hourglass run. Has it but touched the restless waves It sought with such intensity to warm? The mighty deep flows on and on with unconcern. There is no path to tell whence came the sun, There is no way to judge this force of Mother love. Sometimes it seems a vain and useless memory, Yet down the ages, long as time and tide themselves, We've held this legend sacred. Shall I have faith then to go on Believing that the sun still shines, That warmth still lingers on at Sundown? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |