The Worlds march on and circle in their place, Thousands of Worlds march on through Time and Space; Each World a bell that, with its different toll, The Master strikes to One Harmonious Whole. His ears are keen, and He can always tell If any World rings false, and name the bell. And even I, with all these birds in song, And grass all round me growing green and long; Yes, even I – though shadows mark the Moon – Could name the guilty World that's out of tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG OVID TO HIS WIFE: IMITATED FROM DIFFERENT PARTS OF TRISTIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |