If it must be; if it must be, O God! That I die young, and make no further moans; That, underneath the unrespective sod, In unescutcheoned privacy, my bones Shall crumble soon, -- then give me strength to bear The last convulsive throe of too sweet breath! I tremble from the edge of life, to dare The dark and fatal leap, having no faith, No glorious yearning for the Apocalypse; But like a child that in the night-time cries For light, I cry; forgetting the eclipse Of knowledge and our human destinies. O peevish and uncertain soul! obey The law of life in patience till the Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PSALM OF TRAVEL by GEORGE SANTAYANA D.G.C. TO J.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB PROMETHEUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE SATIRE: 3. TO SIR FRANCIS BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT |