A SUNFLOWER burning on to meet the sun, A river for the boundless ocean bound, An arc that trembles toward the 'perfect round,' Until, the long watch kept, the race all run, Heart's heart is found! No foe our secret fortress can betray, For at the Master's feet the key we cast, Till earth's estranging destiny be past; Rejoicing, toiling, through the lonely day, To meet at last! To meet at last?—Do we not daily meet, By grief and distance undivided still, When through the Mill-wheel, with a sacred thrill, We feel redoubled power more nobly beat,— One life, one will! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |