Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men. The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses. Then why do they sneer at me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOING FOR WATER by ROBERT FROST ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT |