Weigh me the Fire; or, canst thou find A way to measure out the Wind; Distinguish all those Floods that are Mixt in that watrie Theater; And tast thou them as saltlesse there, As in their Channell first they were. Tell me the People that do keep Within the Kingdomes of the Deep; Or fetch me back that Cloud againe, Beshiver'd into seeds of Raine; Tell me the motes, dust, sands, and speares Of Corn, when Summer shakes his eares; Shew me that world of Starres, and whence They noiselesse spill their Influence: This if thou canst; then shew me Him That rides the glorious Cherubim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |