Would I were hopeful as the tender leaves, Would I were faithful as the myriad grass, Kindling conviction in the ways I pass; Would I believed as every flower believes! The pale wheat springs and flowers, the golden sheaves Serve in their turn -- the Earth's religion brings Proof of the power and miracle of things, That none are infidel and no thing grieves. No thing in nature grieves and all things die; Yea! from their burial Life is born anew: O faithful grass of graves! -- perchance when I Change to the earth's desire, my soul shall take Thy lesson of faith and joy and still renew My journey onward for the journey's sake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |