The Cosmic Rhythms have old right of way, And roll through man as through the heaving sea: Should the moon stop above us just for me, Because I neared the Valley of Death that day? Should the Great Mother mercifully delay, -- As satiate with ten million women's pine, -- Delay her workings on this one of mine, Because my wife in grief, in madness lay, Already stricken? -- Onward still and on The Cosmic Rhythms roll; I've felt, I've thought, And I have mated man and star and sun As of one pulse, one breath, one being wrought, With gain and loss alike for sun, man, star -- Because ('tis all we know), because they are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP FAMILIARITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BOOK OF GOD by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |