THE gods can't die, poor fellows, Endless lives are theirs; On clouds they loll forever, And hearken to our prayers. They shake the heavens with thunder, With lighting part the sky, And curse the fate that made them, And will not let them die. The earth is green and tender, The ocean cool and deep; 'Neath foamy waves and waves of grass We lay us down to sleep. The gods pursue with anger, From cloud to cloud they leap, But they can never find us When we are gone to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM |