ARE then the souls of men as moonbeams flashed Momently on a dark unfathomed sea? Starlets which glance, break, vanish, so are we, Whose lives fly off like wheat-chaff, winnowed, thrashed, Whirled from Fate's threshing-floor, -- Who unabashed Mouth mighty words and plumb eternity With ell-rod dogmas; whose philosophy Through centuries reared, is in one decade dashed? Yet if this visible universe conceals, -- Plane of a deeper solid, -- worlds which lie Hid, and God's finger flashing through the sky Unmasks all substance, then the soul that feels, -- All Space her mansion, -- Nature's stuff reveals: Death doffs our robes; we sleep; we may not die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |