They list for me the things I can not know: Whence came the world? What Hand flung out the light Of yonder stars? How could a God of right Ordain for earth an ebbless tide of woe? Their word is true; I would not scorn their doubt Who press their questions of the how and why. But this I know: that from the star-strewn sky There comes to me a peace that puts to rout All brooding thoughts of dread, abiding death; And too I know, with every fragrant dawn, That Life is Lord; that, with the Winter gone, There cometh Spring, a great reviving Breath. It is enough that life means this to me; What death shall mean, some sunny Morn shall see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES FAUSTINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PSALM 56 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |