Seeing at last how each thing here beneath The glimmering stars is lawful: having found By a wide watch how scrupulously Death To keep his tacit promises is bound, How from their vagrance the disbanded dusts Resume integrity in blood or bloom, How punctually the sunstruck red rose thrusts Its rigid flame into the golden gloom -- Knowing that ultimate prospect where appears The accurate ebb and flood of furious water, The undirected wind's clean course, the sphere's Deliberate strong spinning, I would utter No question now, nor prosecute in words Why birds must fly, seeing the flight of birds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS by LUCY AIKEN THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG |