Never until our souls are strong enough To plunge into the crater of the Scheme -- Triumphant in the flash there to redeem Love's handsel and forevermore to slough, Like cerements at a played-out masque, the rough And reptile skins of us whereon we set The stigma of scared years - are we to get Where atoms and the ages are one stuff. Nor ever shall we know the cursed waste Of life in the beneficence devine Of starlight and of sunlight and soul-shine That we have squandered in sin's frail distress, Till we have drunk, and trembled at the taste, The mead of Thought's prophetic endlessness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING EXILE OF ERIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |