WHEN mountains crumble and rivers all run dry, When every flower has fallen and summer fails To come again, when the sun's splendour pales, And earth with lagging footsteps seems well-nigh Spent in her annual circuit through the sky; When love is a quenched flame, and nought avails To save decrepit man, who feebly wails And lies down lost in the great grave to die; What is eternal? What escapes decay? A certain faultless, matchless, deathless line, Curving consummate. Death, Eternity, Add nought to it, from it take nought away; 'Twas all God's gift and all man's mastery, God become human and man grown divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SOLITARY REAPER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WHEN I WAS A REFUGEE by BEATRICE JEAN K. BOROFF |