This is the brief physical eye To see the event That shall last forever. Handsmindbreath Live out their time In the presence of a beginning That comes in storm, As once Friday came. Nor shall we see The starved hands of worshippers Covered with rings; The straight pillar of faith Lost in the lace-work of stone; The age-long trail of martyrs, Or the bones of impossible saints. Of us It shall be enough to mark us forever, To say: "They were alive." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH |