To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This - would be Poetry - Or Love - the two coeval come - We both and neither prove - Experience either and consume - For None see God and live | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LINES PLACED OVER A CHIMNEY-PIECE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A FUNERAL CHANT FOR THE OLD YEAR by E. JUSTINE BAYARD THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: WEDNESDAY by JOHN BYROM |