The things that last forever are no more. Creeping below the battlements of fear, Where early wants are wrought into the spear, The worm of thought comes slowly on to bore His feeding way through soil of banked beliefs; Yet though they hear a far persistent rumble Ignorance and Idolatry hold their fiefs, High-hearted in a palace that must crumble. Science has probed eternal things away: These are of man's own building, and their power Lasts with the night that set the phantoms free. Snaring lost gods and dreams into the dower Of time, alone the artist stands at bay, Carving the moment for eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |