O DIE not yet, divine Desire, whose flight Doth fan all human things, O thou who givest birth unto delight By folding of thy wings. Strange wayfarer, and is thy love outgrown Made lip and flower unseal? The hidden sources of the world unknown Wilt thou no more reveal? On Beauty's face rain kisses, O Desire! Into the pit of Truth Bear thou thy torch's still unquenchéd fire Fair Son of fading Youth! Still give us dreams, still give us love, the great Unending thirst that, ever drawing up, Is born again to life insatiate Out of the drainéd cup! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW |