Methinks the stars are throbbing as they shine, And the void gloats on its infinity. The intense quietness of joy divine Descends on me. O happy deities, the life ye love Is changeless in its palpitating joy: No brighter sunrise shall your boasts reprove, No night destroy. In you I find the solace of my grief And not in dreams of blessedness to be, For peace is life to you, this struggle brief Is life to me. The fates' hands dole with measure: in their right Are seeds of pleasure that by day they sow, And in their left, to scatter in the night, Are seeds of woe. If I, unhappy reaper, reap but pain, The richer harvest shall a brother reap. My toil is not for ever vain, nor vain My holy sleep. Immortal brother, heaven vast and fair, Our Father's happier heritage is thine: When I am dead, and all that sorrow share, Be glad, and shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |