BIND me in the cloud of thy glory and ask me to go through unknown trails. I shall stumble but not fall. Sear me with thy fire. I shall not murmur against thee though I weep again and again. Let loose thy four winds and whip me. Push me. Flail me. Mark me. I am without rebellion. I would be the white silent one. I would be the granite man. Thou makest the great, great things. I would make the great, little ones. Have thy fire hot And thy tools strong That I may be a perfect piece, For who can cut thy diamonds But diamonds And who can mould thy granite But granite men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: GOTTLIEB GERALD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HEALALL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |