NOT that the earth is changing, O my God! Nor that the seasons totter in their walk,-- Not that the virulent ill of act and talk Seethes ever as a winepress ever trod,-- Not therefore are we certain that the rod Weighs in thine hand to smite thy world; though now Beneath thine hand so many nations bow, So many kings:--not therefore, O my God!-- But because Man is parcelled out in men To-day; because, for any wrongful blow, No man not stricken asks, 'I would be told Why thou dost thus;' but his heart whispers then, 'He is he, I am I.' By this we know That the earth falls asunder, being old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A RENOUNCING OF LOVE by THOMAS WYATT THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD EAST SIDE MOVING PICTURE THEATRE - SUNDAY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |