WE must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return: If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire, As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn. Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days: Surely here is soul: with it we have eternal breath: In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways, By unnumbered ways of dream to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A PORTRAIT BY EDWARD STEICHEN (RACHMANINOFF) by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR |