YOU observe the carven hand With the index finger pointing heavenward. That is the direction, no doubt. But how shall one follow it? It is well to abstain from murder and lust, To forgive, do good to others, worship God Without graven images. But these are external means after all By which you chiefly do good to yourself. The inner kernel is freedom, It is light, purity -- I can no more, Find the goal or lose it, according to your vision. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON DAFFODILS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WHAT THEY ASK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LINES TO A LADY by DJUNA BARNES TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |