WITHOUT him still this whirling earth Might spin its course around the sun, And death still dog the heels of birth, And life be lived, and duty done. Without him let the rapt earth dree What doom its twin rotations earn; Whither or whence, are naught to me, Save as his being they concern. Comets may crash, or inner fire Burn out and leave an arid crust, Or earth may lose Cohesion's tire, And melt to planetary dust. It's naught to me if he 's not here, I'll not lament, nor even sigh; I shall not feel the jar, nor fear, For I am he, and he is I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER SONNET: TO DANTE by GUIDO CAVALCANTI WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |