Hungry unnumbered since the birth of time Question the dusty sky In vain: no answer there. Gone, gone, as darkness floods the day, Fled, sped, unsatisfied— Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. (The scabbard falls, yet the bright sword Guardian no longer Speeds, speeds to the Horseman's hand.) Still time arrogant, invincible, is armed with death; Still the unregarding worlds roll on; The universe expands—is dumb. With no stone hunger be fed, but quickening bread When tall-sceptered time at last Is whipped, stripped, done and dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT SHADOWS by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB ANDRE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SUNDERED PATHS by MATHILDE BLIND |