Oh, seek me not within a tomb— Thou shalt not find me in the clay! I pierce a little wall of gloom To mingle with the day! I brothered with the things that pass, Poor giddy joy and puckered grief; I go to brother with the grass And with the sunning leaf. Nor death can sheathe me in a shroud; A joy-sword whetted keen with pain, I join the armies of the cloud, The lightning and the rain. Oh, subtle in the sap athrill, Athletic in the glad uplift, A portion of the cosmic will, I pierced the planet-drift. My God and I shall interknit As rain and ocean, breath and air; And oh, the luring thought of it Is prayer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE LITTLE BOY FOUND, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN |