The Cosmic Rhythms have old right of way, And roll through man as through the heaving sea: Should the moon stop above us just for me, Because I neared the Valley of Death that day? Should the Great Mother mercifully delay, -- As satiate with ten million women's pine, -- Delay her workings on this one of mine, Because my wife in grief, in madness lay, Already stricken? -- Onward still and on The Cosmic Rhythms roll; I've felt, I've thought, And I have mated man and star and sun As of one pulse, one breath, one being wrought, With gain and loss alike for sun, man, star -- Because ('tis all we know), because they are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN by WALT WHITMAN ALFRED TENNYSON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN MEMORY OF A DUMB FRIEND by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR MISS NANCY'S GOWN by ZITELLA COCKE WHY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |