WHEN I forth fare beyond this narrow earth, With all its metes and bounds of now and here, And brooding clouds of ignorance and fear That overhung me on my day of birth, Wherethrough the jocund sun's perennial mirth Has shone more inly bright each coming year With some new glory of that outer sphere Where length and breadth and height are little worth, Then shall I find that even here below We guessed the secret of eternity, And learned in years the yearless mystery; For in our earliest world we came to know The master-lesson and the riddle's key: Unending love unending growth shall be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER |