I'm thankful that the Fall did not include The grounding of my mind to sordid earth; That in this span between my death and birth My soaring spirit cannot be subdued. When things mundane become too rough and rude I'm free to change the bitter tears to mirth; And though equators, measured, spell dust's girth My soul springs past the mark -- freedom imbued! How dreadful if the body set the pace -- How limited the journey made by flesh! But this does not obtain when awful space Becomes by-paths where men their souls refresh. I'm thankful, Lord, the body, not the mind Was grounded by the Fall of frail mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOWEST PLACE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 10. THE PALATINE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO VENETIAN ARTISTS by WILLIAM BLAKE INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET by ROBERT BURNS SYLVANDER TO CLARINDA by ROBERT BURNS |