He that is one, Is none. Two reacheth thee In some degree. Nature and Grace With Glory may attain thy Face. Steel and a flint strike fire, With and desire Never to thee aspire, Except life catch and hold those fast. That which belief Did not confess in the first Thief His fall can tell, From Heaven, through Earth, to Hell. Let two of those alone To them that fall, Who God and Saints and Angels lose at last. He that has one, Has all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SUPLIANTS: IO. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS EDGE by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK |